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Ashenden: Or, The British agent
by Maugham, W. Somerset
Published by New Avon Library (1943) 13th Printing 1969
Paperback measures 7x4 inches Weighs 7 ounces

Condition: good.
nicely illustrate cover is colorful and bright. Pages are white and clean. Tight solid copy.
Book is rolled, spine is creased and there is scuffing at edges.

IT WAS not till the beginning of Septem­
ber that Ashenden, a writer by profession, who had been
abroad at the outbreak of the war, managed to get back
to England. He chanced soon after his arrival to go to a
party and was there introduced to a middle-aged Colonel
whose name he did not catch. He had some talk with him*
As he was about to leave, this officer came up to him and
"I say, I wonder if you'd mind coming to see me. I'd
rather like to have a chat with you."
"Certainly," said Ashenden. "Whenever you like.**
"What about to-morrow at eleven?"
"All right"
"111 just write down my address. Have you a card on
Ashenden gave him one and on this the Colonel scrib­
bled in pencil the name of a street and the number of a
house. When Ashenden walked along next morning to keep
his appointment he found himself in a street of rather
vulgar red-brick houses in a part of London that had once
been fashionable, but was now fallen in the esteem of the
house-hunter who wanted a good address. On the house at
which Ashenden had been asked to call there was a board
up to announce that it was for sale, the shutters were
closed and there was no sign that anyone lived in it.
He rang the bell and the door was opened by a non-com­
missioned officer so promptly that he was startled. He was
not asked his business, but led immediately into a long
room at the back, once evidently a dining-room, the florid
decoration of which looked oddly out of keeping with the
office furniture, shabby and sparse, that was in it It gave
Ashenden the impression of a room in which the brokers
bad taken possession. The Colonel, who was known in the
Intelligence Department, as Ashenden later discovered, by
the letter R., rose when he came in and shook hands

Ashenden: Or, The British agent Maugham, W. Somerset Published by New Avon Library (1943) Thirteenth Printing 1969 Vintage Book


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