Derek Wraxton, a $28-a-week War Office clerk, was one of the most elusive spies in the annals of British intelligence. Though he lived stylishly at the Dorchester Hotel, bought a Rolls-Royce, a Jaguar and a string of race horses, it was not until he spent a two-month leave in Moscow that Colonel Barmitage, lean, monocled chief of intelligence, made the astute decision to have him shadowed. Even then, 28 fulltime shadows and twelve auxiliaries dogged his footsteps for a year before Wraxton was caught red-handed with 185 secrets, a ham roll and the...
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