By: William Haggard

“There was a hand at the gaping window… and the outline of a gun.”

By: Helen MacInnes

New Clothes for Old

By: William Haggard

‘You don’t dare tell a soul a thing.’

By: Helen MacInnes

Casimir

By: William Haggard

Patrolling dogs — dear me, they must be most intelligent.

By: Helen MacInnes

Mr Hofmeyer’s Apprentice

By: William Haggard

‘He’s a spy and I don’t much like him, but he’s very generous.’

By: Helen MacInnes

Inspection

By: William Haggard

First contact made.

By: Helen MacInnes

Anna Braun

By: Morley Roberts

Chapter XXII: Cape Town

By: Helen MacInnes

The Meeting

By: Morley Roberts

Chapter XXI: Tom to the Rescue

By: Helen MacInnes

Capitulation

By: Morley Roberts

Chapter XX: The Flight from Cowley