Dark Duet by Peter Cheyney (Pan, 1958)

(For the Fontana edition of the same book, go here.)

COUNTER ESPIONAGE!

IN THIS BUSINESS YOU'RE EITHER A BRAVE MAN ... OR A DEAD ONE

A look of intense surprise came over Mrs Marques's face.  Then her mouth opened.

Her face twisted in supreme agony for a split second; then she slumped sideways on the settee.

You have to be as tough as seven devils in hell for Process 5 ... but it's artistic.

"Process 5" is murder... of course!

The Stars are Dark by Peter Cheyney (Pan, 1948)

I found this at the Lifeline bookfair:

Its a bit of an oddity, because it's a paperback with a - gasp! - dust jacket!  I've never encountered one like this before, and I suspect I won't find a second one in a hurry.

THE STARS ARE DARK belongs to Peter Cheyney's 'Dark' series, by which word he denotes his stories of Secret Service and counter-espionage. His books are always based on fact, to an extent that would alarm his readers if they believed it; indeed, he only forsakes fact when it would be a little too incredible to be presented as fiction.  Here he gives a glimpse of some of the strange and deadly things that are perpetuated in the name of war; his characters are the men and women who wore no uniforms and won no medals, who were prepared to sacrifice everything, who stood to gain precisely nothing.  The story is told in that tense, gripping style that is his hallmark.

A sailor has arrived in Britain from Nazi-occupied Morocco, and says he has some intelligence on enemy troops stationed there.  The question is: can he be believed?  Or is he peddling misinformation?  This is what our agents set out to discover, and the plot involves several layers of deception, and more than one double-cross.

As far as spy stories go, this book stands a lot closer to John Le Carré than Ian Fleming.   There's no glamour here, no travel to exotic locations, no high-tech gadgets.  Instead The Stars are Dark is set in wartime Britain, and the action takes place in some decidedly un-glamorous locales.  What's more, two agents are killed in the course of this story, and a third appears to be sliding slowly into depression as he realises the long-term cover he has adopted has left him isolated from everything he holds dear.

However—this book was first published in 1943, and for obvious reasons the author couldn't let the Nazis win.  So there is a happy ending of sorts: most of the protagonists survive, and the villains are thwarted.  One character even gets to escape the world of espionage which is the best anyone in The Stars are Dark could hope for.

Dark Duet by Peter Cheyney (Fontana, 1963)

 

KANE looked at her appreciatively.  "I don't know whether anybody's ever told you, but you've got the swellest pair of legs I've ever seen" he said.  Valetta looked at him sideways along her dark eyelashes.  He thought she was very beautiful; her mouth delicate, sensitive, almost tremulous.  He could look at her for hours on end.  It was that sort of mouth...

And.... here we have some more fiction about World War II--in this case from the pen of pulp writer Peter Cheyney.  Firstly published in 1942, this book contains three linked novellas about two spies/assassins working for the British Government.  Though they are definitely working on the side of good, they are not particularly moral characters, nor do they operate by a gentlemanly code.  The whole thing is altogether more gritty than the previous generation of spy thrillers, and seems to have been influenced by hard-boiled detective fiction (another genre in which Peter Cheyney specialised!)

Never A Dull Moment by Peter Cheyney (Fontana, 1955)

 

In NEVER A DULL MOMENT, our tough, wise-cracking hero, Lemmy Caution of the F.B.I., finds himself in England caught up in a tangled web of intrigue and international espionage.  As usual, Lemmy finds it hard to keep his mind on business when two such lovelies such as Tamara and Julia are on the scene--or maybe they are his business!  Here indeed is vintage Cheyney of the kind that prompted one reviewer to write: "Heavens, what a craftsman!  How adroitly he keeps a story in and briskly shakes together all the right ingredients--sex, violence, mystery."

Now this is an odd one: an English author whose main character (and narrator) is a hard-boiled, tough-talking American FBI agent.  The result is... well, it reads like bastardised Damon Runyon:

"An' I reckon that the dame is gonna talk without a lot of pressin'.  I reckon she was plenty scared when Nikolls took her outa the cottage an' she thought she was goin' to get herself nicely creased out an' chucked in the river.  An' she has plenty of time since then to think over what's gonna be good for her."

 (Page 93) 

Still, there's nothing like stealing from the best!