Of all the characters in Olivia Manning’s Balkan Trilogy, her three-volume chronicle of the early moments of the Second World War, none are better named than Foxy Leverett. Alas, the name’s bearer does not deliver on its promise of cunning. Found in a heap at the side of a Romanian road, news of his death reaches the dwindling British enclave of 1941 Bucharest and is met with a shrug. Foxy, after all, knew the rules of the game. Foxy was a spy.
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