This is my second Eric Ambler book. It was written in the late 30s. Like the other one I read, The Mask of Dmitrious, it is about an Englishman who finds himself in deep water in Eastern Europe. Eastern Europe in Ambler's books starts around Paris. I quite like all the clipped English speech, and the courteous language, which somehow sounds threatening, when spoken by a member of the underworld or secret police. Think Peter Lorre, think Orsen Wells, think Marlene Dietrich.