Sophia Garfield had a clear mental picture of what the outbreak of war was going to be like. There would be a loud bang. Stumbling in the darkness over heaps of rubble and dead bodies she would search with industry but without hope for her husband, her lover and her dog. And then, of course, the war failed to come up to expectations. Sophia, who did not share her aristocratic husband’s esteem for Hitler, found herself modestly employed at a First Aid Post. Most of her friends seemed to be engaged upon secret missions of terrific importance, and this was galling to Sophia who aspired to become a glamorous female spy. Fate ordained that she should have her chance.
‘This sparkling and deliciously acid
commentary of the social world.’
‘Sophia saw that she must look out. She knew very well that when a man is thoroughly disloyal about a woman, and at the same time begins to indulge in her company, he nearly always intends to have an affair with that woman. The disloyalty is in itself a danger signal.’