Durell knew he was in danger. But danger, in his business, was something you accepted daily, like the sunrise. Durell was the sort of man who never turned a corner or opened a door thoughtlessly. He had lived with danger ever since beginning his work in K section of the C.I.A. and it had gone on longer than he cared to remember.

Durell never went anywhere without knowing first whether he was being followed. he had a sixth sense about curious, hostile, watching eyes.

Now he knew immediately that he was being followed, and that once more his life was at stake.