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'Durell got his orders from McFee, Chief of K Section of the CIA.
"This time," McFee told Durell, "it's really hot, Sam. All signals are red - everywhere."
"And it's up to me -"
"It's up to you. Find that underground railway or whatever it is that the best agents in the world can't trace. Find it, buy a ticket on it, and ride it to its final destination."
Durell said, "They might not let me in the station, so to speak."
"I don't care how you get aboard, Sam, but you must find the other terminal. Be a decoy. Play it dumb. Blunder about a bit." McFee looked haunted. "Of course, Sam, you could get killed . . .
Despite the image of beautiful, scantily clad women dancing seductively while lustful men lounge on cushions eating dates, the Cairo Dancers are a powerful, deadly organization determined to take control of the entire Middle East, even if they have to bring destruction to the rest of the world to do it.
"This time," McFee told Durell, "it's really hot, Sam. All signals are red - everywhere."
"And it's up to me -"
"It's up to you. Find that underground railway or whatever it is that the best agents in the world can't trace. Find it, buy a ticket on it, and ride it to its final destination."
Durell said, "They might not let me in the station, so to speak."
"I don't care how you get aboard, Sam, but you must find the other terminal. Be a decoy. Play it dumb. Blunder about a bit." McFee looked haunted. "Of course, Sam, you could get killed . . .
Despite the image of beautiful, scantily clad women dancing seductively while lustful men lounge on cushions eating dates, the Cairo Dancers are a powerful, deadly organization determined to take control of the entire Middle East, even if they have to bring destruction to the rest of the world to do it.
Book Details
Format
Paperback
Language
English
Published
Jan 1, 1965
Publisher
Hodder & Stoughton, Ltd