John Garforth

Taster, faster! You're thirty seconds behind schedule!' The thin metallic voice whispered from the clump of bushes. The leaves partéd and a man's eyes reflected in the moonlight as he glanced left and right. He was wearing a black combat suit, black balaclava helmet, black plimsolls, to merge with...

Könyvgerinc megtört, deformálódott. Borító kopottas, foltos. IS HITLER REALLY DEAD? Or is he about to celebrate his 78th birthday, while living in exile in Hertfordshire....? John Steed is more than puzzled by the identity of an old man who calls himself Herr Harris, and is involved in...