The spy novel was one of the great genre successes of the 1930s, its plots crammed with secret blueprints, psychotic enforcers, brilliant disguises and sudden betrayal. Fed on a diet of such stuff, MI5 and the Abwehr panted to get at each other. No imagination was complete without visions of a foolishly lust-stricken enemy officer being filled with Brandy Alexanders and having his ear nibbled, before he blurts out the technical specifications for a new magnetic rocket gun.
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