Mr. Deighton gives us another wonderful chance to inhabit the day to day life of his Nameless English Agent. A man who doesn’t seem to exist, yet appears here and there about the world as a fully formed person with a life, dreams and seemingly a purpose, none of which belong to him.It all begins with a simple scheme to buy a revolution on the cheap using counterfeit dollars printed at the end of the last war to support Nazi’s fleeing the early end to their Thousand Year Reich. To succeed, one must merely make a withdrawal of said dollars from a sunken sub off the coast of Portugal without anyone knowing about it. Simple.The Nameless Agent gathers to his revolutionary cause a cult like following of men and women seeking to right old wrongs, make new ones, bring justice to the wicked (as they see it) and maybe make that one last big score to free themselves from their shackles of past indiscretions.The prime rule guiding this ensemble cast of true believers as they navigate the murderous landscape of international espionage is clearly stated by the Nameless Agent himself as he manages the expectations of a young employee in the business, “You stand up, get shot at, then carry on quietly.”You’re a Spy.Mr. Deighton’s sharp imagery and character development quickly moves the reader along from Marrakech to Kensington and all destinations beyond, while leaving a trail of mindful clues designed to obscure as much as they reveal.Once again an easy fun read about a time and place that we can neither confirm nor deny ever existed.