Having recently read another book about a spy (a female spy during WWII) I was looking forward to another biography about a spy, albeit from a different time. Sadly I find this book so dry and full of waffle that I couldn’t finish it. It takes a long time to get started, and the beginning is a very boring tale of a man getting his birth certificate and realising for the first time that his given surname was the opposite patent to the one expected. I had hoped the book would rise from the low beginnings, but sadly it wasn’t to be, and the book continued in a similar manner.