“Crete, May 1941. It was nearly five o’clock when the three soldiers reached the end of the olive grove. The dust-filled air shimmered in the late-afternoon heat. Their bodies ached, their uniforms were caked with dirt and sweat and they… — Mark Ellis Copy Share Image
“Thinking about the weather was one way of shutting out of his mind the appalling bloody human mess sprawled out over the bed of… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Crete, May 1941. It was nearly five o’clock when the three soldiers reached the end of the olive grove. The dust-filled air shimmered in… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“It’s all about the company you keep, isn’t it, Chief Inspector? Now Mr Trenton, who I know wouldn’t hurt a fly, has certain…preferences, if… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Cairo. An inter-services game of cricket was in progress in the lush grounds behind him as Powell made his way through the grand portal… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“I hope to God there are no wars for him or anyone to fight in after this one.” — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“What could I do in the country, Frank? You want me to be a milkmaid or something. No, I’ll take my chances here, with… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Absolutely nothing should stand in the way of a murder investigation, however lowly the victim.” — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“With the rum bottle empty, Marsh had moved on to the Guinness in the kitchen cupboard. After a bottle and a half, he’d decided… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“A break from the task in hand and a cleared mind usually made him think better.” — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria was not used to feeling intimidated. It was rather his job in life to intimidate others.” — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Merlin stood up. For once, late as it was, he was pleased to see the Assistant Commissioner because he had been trying unsuccessfully to… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Colonel Aubertin and his two colleagues sat on a park bench in the private garden of Dorset Square. Rougemont sat between his two superiors,… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Few would have seen Solomon and realised they were looking at one of wartime London’s top gangsters. With his receding hairline, thick-lenses spectacles, sober… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
“Wigmore turned towards the window. A column of armoured vehicles was making its way down the Mall towards Buckingham Palace. As he watched, he… — Mark Ellis Copy Share
