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Overview

“A smashing Cold War thriller for the twenty-first century.” —People magazine

Recruited in the 1930s, the members of the Cambridge spy ring were the most notorious Soviet spies in history. But what if there were a sixth member of the ring whose identity was never revealed?

 

“A lively thriller…astute…inventive…a notable addition to the accounts of the Cambridge spies.” —The New York Times Book Review

Sam Gaddis is a divorced academic in need of money. A journalist friend tells him that she’s uncovered the century’s most extraordinary spy scandal. Within hours, she’s dead. Soon Gaddis is in the crosshairs of a very real, very dangerous plot. Risking everything he has and everyone he loves, Gaddis follows leads that take him all over Europe and beyond, unraveling the layers of Cold War secrets surrounding the notorious sixth man. And, with MI6 trying to throw him off the trail, Gaddis approaches a shocking revelation that threatens the peace and security of modern Europe.

“Cumming is a wonderful storyteller who…makes it all feel fresh. The Cold War is over but in The Trinity Six, it’s hotter than ever!” —USA Today

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Patrick Anderson
…brilliant…Cumming writes smart, seductive prose, and he's gifted at revealing the subtleties of personality. Scene after scene crackles with excitement, tension and suspense. The novel's ingenious plot is almost as complicated as real life, but as one astonishing revelation follows another, the book is all but impossible to put aside…With this novel, Cumming joins Alan Furst, David Ignatius and Olen Steinhauer among the most skillful current spy novelists, and he bears comparison with masters such as John le Carre and Graham Greene.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
British author Cumming (Typhoon) revitalizes the moribund cold war spy novel in this stunning stand-alone that centers on the "Cambridge Five" (Guy Burgess, Donald Maclean, et al.), who betrayed their country to the Soviet Union during and after WWII. Fifteen years after 76-year-old Edward Crane is pronounced dead at a London hospital in 1992, academic Sam Gaddis learns that Crane was the oft-rumored sixth man in the Cambridge spy ring—and that he's alive and ready to tell his story. Gaddis, a well-regarded scholar of modern Russia who needs money to support his ex-wife and their daughter, thinks he can turn this bombshell into a bestselling book. But the people who know about it, including one of Gaddis's best friends, journalist Charlotte Berg, are turning up dead—and the intelligence agencies in Britain and Russia would prefer to squelch the story. Cumming's knowledge of the spy business, his well-crafted prose, and his intensely engaging plot make this a breakthrough novel. 100,000 first printing. (Mar.)
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"Brilliant....All this, in the hands of a less talented writer, might have been a routine spy thriller, but there is nothing routine about The Trinity Six. Cumming writes smart, seductive prose, and he’s gifted at revealing the subtleties of personality. Scene after scene crackles with excitement, tension and suspense. The novel’s ingenious plot is almost as complicated as real life, but as one astonishing revelation follows another, the book is all but impossible to put aside....With this novel, Cumming joins Alan Furst, David Ignatius and Olen Steinhauer among the most skillful current spy novelists, and he bears comparison with masters such as John le Carré and Graham Greene.... A sophisticated thriller." —The Washington Post

"Cumming's novel is characterized by a gripping sense of realism. He displays a vast knowledge of spycraft and Cold War history, and the dense, three-dimensional world he crafts comes complete with seedy hotels and smoky nightclubs. The result is absolutely gripping." —Kirkus (starred review)

"The Trinity Six is a fine successor to Typhoon for a young author already compared with le Carré and Littell." —Booklist (starred review)

"Cumming revitalizes the moribund cold war spy novel in this stunning stand alone.his knowledge of the spy business, his well-crafted prose, and his intensely engaging plot make this a breakthrough novel." —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Utterly absorbing and compelling. A brilliant re-imagining of events surrounding the notorious Cambridge spy-ring." —William Boyd, author of Ordinary Thunderstorms

"An absolutely terrific thriller. It's going to make Charles Cumming a star." —Jeff Abbott, author of Trust Me

"The Trinity Six breathes new life into Cold War spy fiction, updating the genre for today's Spooks generation. It's nuanced, intriguing, beautifully paced and utterly thrilling." —Jon Stock, author of Dead Spy Running

"In The Trinity Six, Charles Cumming more than lives up to his growing reputation as one of the finest young espionage novelists writing today. With admirable style and enviable craft, he breathes new life into the well-examined case of the... Cambridge Spy Ring, making it compelling to old hands and new readers alike." —Joseph Finder, author of Buried Secrets

Library Journal
The premise of Cumming's (A Spy By Nature; Typhoon) fifth thriller is that the "Cambridge Five"—Maclean, Burgess, Blunt, Philby, and Caincross, who spied for the Soviets during World War II—included a sixth man yet to be identified. Cumming expertly orchestrates his score, beginning slowly with English professor and Russian history scholar Sam Gaddis facing unpaid bills and needing a publication advance. Sam gets a book idea from a friend who has been researching the alleged sixth man. When the friend dies unexpectedly, Cumming's composition soon picks up tempo with the involvement of a beautiful MI6 agent, evidence of betrayals at all levels of government, and more deaths bearing messy signs of Russian secret service involvement. Lauded as "an upcoming [Len] Deighton," Cumming may be favorably compared with Charles McCarry and John Le Carré. His plotting and his language are powerfully engaging, VERDICT Spy fiction fans will enjoy the ingenious plot with well-developed characters, a keen sense of time and place, an undercurrent of fear, and plenty of gore. [100,000-copy first printing; see Prepub Alert, LJ 10/15/10.]—Jonathan Pearce, California State Univ. at Stanislaus, Stockton
Kirkus Reviews

A London academic risks his life to uncover a real-life, decades-old Cold War mystery in Cumming's (Typhoon,2009, etc.) edgy thriller.

Over a wine-soaked dinner with his friend Charlotte, Sam Gaddis, university professor and author of several widely unread books on Soviet history, learns a tantalizing piece of information: that the Cambridge Five, a real-life KGB cell that operated in 1930s England, was actually six spies strong, and Charlotte has access to someone who claims to be privy to the sixth spy's memoirs. Gaddis, who is in desperate need of quick cash, happily accepts his friend's offer to collaborate on a book, but when she dies of a heart attack that night, it is up to Gaddis to find her contact—an elderly man named Thomas Neame—and complete the book on his own. Gaddis doesn't realize that Charlotte was actually murdered by an agent of the FSB (the post-Soviet successor to the KBG) because of her interest in the truth about the Cambridge Five. So he begins holding clandestine meetings with Neame, but soon wonders whether the cagey old man is telling the whole truth. When he notices that other people privy to the secret of the sixth spy are dying one by one, Gaddis decides he must publish the full story to save his own skin. But since he doesn't know whether he can trust anyone involved in this game, uncovering the truth could cost him his life. Cumming's novel is characterized by a gripping sense of realism. He displays a vast knowledge of spycraft and Cold War history, and the dense, three-dimensional world he crafts comes complete with seedy hotels and smoky nightclubs. The result is absolutely gripping.

Taut, atmospheric and immersive—an instant classic.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780007337835
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/28/2011

Meet the Author

CHARLES CUMMING is the author of the international bestselling thrillers A Spy By Nature, The Spanish Game, and Typhoon. A former British Secret Service recruit, he is a contributing editor of The Week magazine and currently lives in London.

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THE TRINITY SIX (Chapter 1)

“The dead man was not a dead man. He was alive but he was not alive. That was the situation.”

Calvin Somers, the nurse, stopped at the edge of the towpath and looked behind him, back along the canal. He was a slight man, as stubborn and petulant as a child. Gaddis came to a halt beside him.

“Keep talking,” he said.

“It was the winter of 1992, an ordinary Monday night in February.” Somers took an apple from his coat pocket and bit into it, chewing over the memories. “The patient’s name was Edward Crane. It said he was seventy-six on his notes, but none of us knew what was true and what wasn’t. He looked midsixties to me.” They started walking again, black boots pressing through the mud. “They’d obviously worked out it was best if they admitted him at night, when there were fewer people around, when the day staff had gone off shift.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” Gaddis asked.

“The spooks.” A mallard lifted off the canal, quick wings shedding water as he turned towards the sun. “Crane was brought in on a stretcher, unconscious, just after ten on the evening of the third. I was ready for him. I’m always ready. He bypassed A and E and was put straight into a private room off the ward. The chart said he had no next of kin and wasn’t to be resuscitated in the event of cardiac arrest. Nothing unusual about that. Far as anyone was concerned, this was just another old man suffering from late-stage pancreatic cancer. Hours to live, liver failure, toxic. At least, that was the story MI6 was paying us to pedal.”

Somers threw the half-eaten apple at a plastic bottle floating on the canal and missed by three feet.

“Soon as I got Crane into the room, I hooked him up to some drips. Dextrose saline. A bag of amikacin that was just fluid going nowhere. Even gave him a catheter. Everything had to look kosher just in case a member of staff stuck their head round the door who wasn’t supposed to.”

“Did that happen? Did anybody see Crane?”

Somers scratched the side of his neck. “Nah. At about two in the morning, Meisner called for a priest. That was all part of the plan. Father Brook. He didn’t suspect a thing. Just came in, administered the last rites, went home. Soon after that, Henderson showed up and did his little speech.”

“What little speech?”

Somers came to a halt. He didn’t make eye contact very often but did so now, assuming a patrician tone which Gaddis took to be an attempt at impersonating Henderson’s cut-glass accent.

“‘From this point onwards, Edward Crane is effectively dead. I would like to thank you all for your work thus far, but a great deal remains to be done.’”

A man pushing a rusty bicycle came towards them on the towpath, ticking past in the dusk.

“We were all there,” said Somers. “Waldemar, Meisner, Forman. Meisner was so nervous he looked as if he was going to throw up. Waldemar didn’t speak much English and still didn’t really understand what he’d got himself involved in. He was probably just thinking about the money. That’s what I was doing. Twenty grand in 1992 was a lot of cash to a twenty-eight-year-old nurse. You any idea what we got paid under the Tories?”

Gaddis didn’t respond. He didn’t want to have a conversation about underfunded nurses. He wanted to hear the end of the story.

“Anyway, at some point Henderson took a checklist out of his coat pocket and ran through it. First, he turned to Meisner and asked him if he’d filled out the death certificate. Meisner said he had and produced a ballpoint pen from behind his ear, as if that proved it. I was told to go back down to Crane’s room and wrap the body. ‘No need to clean him,’ Henderson said. For some reason, Waldemar—we called him Wally—thought this was funny and we all just stood there watching him laugh. Then Henderson tells him to pull himself together and gives him instructions to have a trolley waiting, to take the old man down to the ambulance. I remember Henderson didn’t talk to Forman until the rest of us had gone. Don’t ask me what he’d agreed with her. Probably to tag a random corpse in the mortuary, some tramp from Praed Street with no ID, no history. How else could they have got away with it? They needed a second body.”

“This is useful,” Gaddis told him, because he felt that he needed to say something. “This is really useful.”

“Well, you get what you pay for, don’t you, Professor?” Somers produced a smug grin. “What was hard is that we had other patients to attend to. It was a normal Monday night. It wasn’t as if everything could just grind to a halt because MI6 were in the building. Meisner was the senior doctor, too, so he was always moving back and forth around the hospital. At one point I don’t think I saw him for about an hour and a half. Wally had jobs all over the place, me as well. Added to that, I had to try to keep the other nurses out of Crane’s room. Just in case they got nosey.” The path narrowed beside a barge and the two men were obliged to walk in single file. “In the end, everything went like clockwork. Meisner got the certificate done, Crane was wrapped up with a small hole in the fabric he could breathe through, Wally took him down to the ambulance, and the old man was gone by six A.M., out into his new life.”

“His new life,” Gaddis muttered. He looked up at the darkening sky and wondered, not for the first time, if he would ever set eyes on Edward Anthony Crane. “And that’s it?”

“Almost.” Somers wiped his nose in the failing light. “Eight days later I was going through The Times. Found an obituary for an ‘Edward Crane.’ Wasn’t very long. Tucked down the right-hand side of the page under ‘Lives Remembered,’ next to some French politician who’d fucked up during Suez. Crane was described as a ‘resourceful career diplomat.’ Born in 1916, educated at Marlborough College, then Trinity, Cambridge. Postings to Moscow, Buenos Aires, Berlin. Never married, no offspring. Died at St. Mary’s Hospital, Paddington, after ‘a long battle with cancer.’”

A light drizzle was beginning to fall. Gaddis passed a set of lock gates and moved in the direction of a pub. Somers pushed a hand through his hair.

“So that’s what happened, Professor,” he said. “Edward Crane was a dead man, but he was not a dead man. Edward Crane was alive but he was not alive. That was the situation.”

*   *   *

The pub was packed.

Gaddis went to the bar and ordered two pints of Stella Artois, a packet of peanuts, and a double of Famous Grouse. Thanks to Somers, he was down to the loose change in his pockets and had to pay the barman with a debit card. Inside his jacket he found the torn scrap of paper on which he kept his passwords and PIN numbers and punched in the digits while the landlord made a noise through his teeth. With Somers still in the Gents’, Gaddis sank the whisky as a single shot, then found a table at the back of the pub where he could watch groups of shivering smokers huddled outside and try to convince himself that he had made the right decision to quit.

“Got you a Stella,” he said when Somers came up to the table. For an instant it looked as though he wasn’t going to sit down, but Gaddis pushed the pint towards him and said: “Peanuts.”

It was just past six o’clock. West Hyde on a Tuesday night. Suits, secretaries, suburbia. A jukebox was crooning Andy Williams. Tacked up beside a dartboard in the far corner of the room was an orange poster emblazoned with the words: CURRY NIGHT—WEDNESDAY. Gaddis took off his corduroy jacket and looped it over the arm of a neighbouring chair.

“So what happened next?”

He knew that this was the part Somers liked, playing the pivotal role, playing Deep Throat. The nurse—the senior nurse, as he would doubtless have insisted—produced another of his smug grins and took a thirsty pull on the pint. Something about the warmth of the pub had restored his characteristic complacency; it was as if Somers had reprimanded himself for being too open beside the canal. After all, he was in possession of information that Gaddis wanted. The professor had paid three grand for it. It was gold dust to him.

“What happened next?”

“That’s right, Calvin. Next.”

Somers leaned back in his chair. “Not much.” He seemed to regret this answer and rephrased it, searching for more impact. “I watched the ambulance turn past the post office, had a quick smoke, and went back inside. Took the lift up to Crane’s room, cleared it out, threw away the bags and catheter, and sent the medical notes down to Patient Records. You could probably check them if you want. Far as the hospital was concerned, a seventy-six-year-old cancer patient had come in suffering from liver failure and died during the night. The sort of thing that happened all the time. It was a new day, a new shift. Time to move on.”

“And Crane?”

“What about him?”

“You never heard another word?”

Somers looked as if he had been asked an idiotic question. That was the trouble with intellectuals. So fucking stupid.

“Why would I hear another word?” He took a long draw on the pint and did something with his eyes which made Gaddis want to deck him. “Presumably he was given a new identity. Presumably he enjoyed another ten years of happy life and died peacefully in his bed. Who knows?”

Two smokers, one coming in, one going out, pushed past their table. Gaddis was obliged to move a leg out of the way.

“And you never breathed a word about it? Nobody asked you any questions? Nobody apart from Charlotte has brought up this subject for over ten years?”

“You could say that, yeah.”

Gaddis sensed a lie here, but knew there was no point pursuing it. Somers was the type who shut down once you caught him in a contradiction. He said: “And did Crane talk? What kind of man was he? What did he look like?”

Somers laughed. “You don’t do this very often, do you, Professor?”

It was true. Sam Gaddis didn’t often meet male nurses in pubs on the outskirts of London and try to extract information about seventy-six-year-old diplomats whose deaths had been faked by men who paid out twenty grand in return for a lifetime of silence. He was divorced and forty-three. He was a senior lecturer in Russian History at University College London. His normal beat was Pushkin, Stalin, Gorbachev. Nevertheless, that remark took him to the edge of his patience and he said: “And how often do you do it, Calvin?” just so that Somers knew where he stood.

The reply did the trick. A little frown of panic appeared in the gap between Somers’s eyes which he tried, without success, to force away. The nurse sought refuge in some peanuts and got salt on his fingers as he wrestled with the packet.

“Look,” he said, “Crane didn’t speak at all. Before he was admitted, they’d given him a mild anaesthetic which had rendered him unconscious. He had grey hair, shaved to look like he’d undergone chemotherapy, but his skin was too healthy for a man supposedly in his condition. He probably weighed about seventy kilos, between five foot ten and six foot. I never saw his eyes, on account of the fact they were always closed. That good enough for you?”

Gaddis didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. He let the silence speak for him. “And Henderson?”

“What about him?”

“What kind of man was he? What did he look like? All you’ve told me so far is that he wore a long black overcoat and sounded like somebody doing a bad impression of David Niven.”

Somers turned his head and stared at the far corner of the room.

“Charlotte never told you?”

“Told me what?”

Somers blinked rapidly and said: “Pass me that newspaper.”

There was a damp, discarded copy of The Times lying in a trickle of beer on the next-door table. A black girl listening to a pink iPod smiled her assent when Gaddis asked if he could take it. He straightened it out and handed the newspaper across the table.

“You’ve heard of the Leighton Inquiry?” Somers asked.

Leighton was a judicial inquiry into an aspect of government policy relating to the war in Afghanistan. Gaddis had heard of it. He had read the op-eds, caught the reports on Channel Four News.

“Go on,” he said.

Somers turned to page five. “You see this man?”

He flattened out the newspaper, spinning it through a hundred and eighty degrees. The nurse’s narrow, nail-bitten finger skewered a photograph of a man ducking into a government Rover on a busy London street. The man was in late middle age and surrounded by a crush of reporters. Gaddis read the caption.

Sir John Brennan leaves Whitehall after giving evidence to the inquiry.

There was a smaller, formal Foreign Office portrait of Brennan set inside the main photograph. Gaddis looked up. Somers saw that he had made the connection.

“Henderson is John Brennan? Are you sure?”

“As sure as I’m sitting here looking at you.” Somers drained his pint. “The man who paid me twenty grand sixteen years ago to cover everything up wasn’t just any old spook. The man who called himself Douglas Henderson in 1992 is now the head of MI6.”

THE TRINITY SIX Copyright © 2011 by Charles Cumming

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2011

    Interesting premise, gets a little mired in the details.

    What began as an exciting book lost it's steam in the middle. Too many tiny details and minor characters to feel like you really knew what was going on without taking notes. Not as good as Alan Furst or others of the same genre in my opinion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2011

    Couldn't wait to be done with it

    I thought this was an inbearably amateurishly written mystery novel, in its overly stylistic language and unsuccessful and boring attempts to build suspense, its plot meanderings with impossible coincidences and its happy-happy Hollywood ending. It took a very good story and turned it into a verbose screenplay for a B- TV movie.

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    300 Fine Pages

    Author Charles Cumming has followed up his previous novel with an intriguing tale of skullduggery involving the Russians and the British. The book is some 350 pages, which means that I didn't think too much of the last 50 or so pages. It seems as if the author had dug himself such a hole in making the book interesting, that there was no way to reasonably conclude the novel with that level of interest. In other words- I didn't like the ending! But the 4 stars are for the first 300 pages, so enjoy those and then see if you disagree about the rest.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2013

    Good story

    I really enjoyed this author and would like to reaad more titles by him. Great read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2012

    Waste of Time

    Don't bother!

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  • Posted July 20, 2011

    Well done

    Thoroughly enjoyable. A great example of the genre. I look forward to reading more like this now.

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  • Posted March 18, 2011

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    A Tale of Intrigue

    "The Trinity Six" by Charles Cumming is a fictional spy thriller focusing on the theory that the Cambridge Five (a ring of English Trinity College students who were spies for Russia - Guy Burgess, Donald Maclean, John Cairncross, Anthony Blunt, and Kim Philby) had a sixth member. As always, what gets the politicians is usually never the act, but the cover up.

    Dr. Sam Gaddis, a British historian of Russian history, has a problem, he owes a ton of money after his divorce and his ex-wife, who married a failed restaurateur, is after him for more money for their daughter's education. A tip falls into Sam's lap about the possibility of a sixth man to the Cambridge Five. Soon Sam discovers that anyone associated with the story ends up dead. An efficient MI6 officer, whose job was to lead Sam off the case, helps Sam get out of hairy situations in an investigation which could hurt those at the top of their power.In "The Trinity Six" by Charles Cumming, the author takes one of the most notorious, written about spy rings ever and puts his spin on it. In this scenario there was a sixth man to the ring and the clues of the cover up go all the way up to the top of MI6.

    The book is a well conceived story and properly thought out. There are treacheries galore, double agents abound and a big secret which I will not reveal. The author incorporates multifaceted stories of greed, betrayal and deception and the all-too-common realization that political leaders are ruthless, amoral self-serving individuals and not the G-d fearing public servants they paint themselves to be.

    There is very little action in the book; hence it is more a tale of intrigue. The first third of the novel is mostly a back story; however Mr. Cumming is an intriguing and entertaining author. Sam Gaddis, the protagonist, is an interesting man who has a knack for being in the wrong place at the right time. Come to think of it, it's a miracle Sam Gaddis survived to the end of the novel.

    I found the plot to be a bit too convenient, information happens to fall into Sam's lap just at the right time, but I did enjoy the Russian/British interaction and the person who had the information about the sixth man was a terrific character, complex and interesting. Mr. Cumming's knowledge and writing talent certainly lends an air of reliability to the scenarios he presents.

    Overall this is an enjoyable book, as a sucker for spy novels I thought it was certainly an agreeable work of fiction.

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  • Posted February 18, 2011

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    Around page 180, it really picks up

    Written By Roger Meyer

    It starts slow. Lots of background information for the first 50 pages or so. So much information is included that you might wonder if the story will ever start. All of the minutiae will satisfy some readers that need to get involved with understanding everything about Dr. Sam Gaddis, the main character.

    The plot introduces lots of people with significant information about them. Some of them add atmosphere, but others seem to be included just to add words.

    Due to all the background information the story is slow for the first 50 pages and dribbles along a little faster until around page 150. Then gets moves faster and is more interesting. Around page 180, it really picks up and becomes exciting. The ending completes the story and provides closure to the plot, but may not satisfy everyone.

    The published edition includes an audio CD, which doesn't add anything to the value of this novel.

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  • Posted January 24, 2011

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    This is a terrific espionage thriller,

    During WWII and immediately afterward the "Cambridge Five" Trinity spy ring betrayed Britain by providing secrets to the Soviet Union. Once the ring was broken, rumors abounded for years that a sixth person was involved, but had escaped justice.

    In 1992 septuagenarian Edward Crane dies in London. Fifteen years later, a reporter Charlotte Berg asks her friend Russian scholar Sam Gaddis to help her investigate rumors that the sixth person was Crane who allegedly did not die in the hospital, but instead lives and plans to tell his tale. Sam needs money to pay alimony and child support so he agrees because he believes he can write a book on what he learns if true. However, someone wants the news to remain interred as those involved with learning the facts like Charlotte allegedly died from a sudden heart attack; Sam believes she was murdered.

    This is a terrific espionage thriller, which makes the case that the Cold War participants spent plenty of efforts on propaganda with disinformation and misinformation a normal spin (inductively supported though not Cold War era material by the recent WikiLeaks' government entries of recent years). Fast-paced from start to finish, readers will relish Charles Cumming's tale of whether the Cambridge Five was actually the Trinity Six.

    Harriet Klausner

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