
You, Adolf Verloc, keep a dim Soho shop as cover for something quieter: eleven years of paid reports to a foreign embassy, a living your wife Winnie has learned not to question. Summoned there, you are told information no longer suffices — an event is required, an attack on the Greenwich Observatory, timed to frighten London into harsher policing. Refuse, and the embassy exposes you and the household behind the counter, where Winnie's brother Stevie draws circles and a comrade arrives with news of a bomb-maker for hire.
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