Found 453 results for "Intelligence service -- Great Britain -- Fiction"
Oliver Twist
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
Casino Royale
by Ian Fleming
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high...
The Thirty-Nine Steps
by John Buchan
I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.
The Spy Who Came in from the Cold
by John le Carré
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep?
From Russia, with love
by Ian Fleming
Der nackte Mann, der ausgestreckt neben dem Swimmingpool auf dem Bauch lag, hätte ebenso gut tot sein können.
Goldfinger
by Ian Fleming
James Bond, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about li...
Diamonds are Forever
by Ian Fleming
With its two fighting claws held forward like a wrestler's arms the big pandinus scorpion emerged with a dry rustle from...
Stormbreaker
by Anthony Horowitz
WHEN THE DOORBELL rings at three in the morning, it's never good news.
Greenmantle
by John Buchan
I HAD JUST FINISHED breakfast and was filling my pipe when I got Bullivant's telegram.
Mr. Standfast
by John Buchan
I spent one-third of my journey looking out of the window of a first-class carriage, the next in a local motor-car follo...
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
by Ian Fleming
It was one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.
The Night Manager
by John le Carré
ON A SNOW-SWEPT January evening of 1991, Jonathan Pine, the English night manager of the Hotel Meister Palace in Zurich,...
The spy who loved me
by Ian Fleming
I was running away. I was running away from England, from my childhood, from the winter, from a sequence of untidy, unat...
You Only Live Twice
by Ian Fleming
The geisha called "Trembling Leaf," on her knees beside James Bond, leant forward from the waist and kissed him chastely...
The Man with the Golden Gun
by Ian Fleming
The Secret Service holds much that is kept secret even from very senior officers in the organization. Only M. and his Ch...
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
by John le Carré
The truth is, if old Major Dover hadn't dropped dead at Taunton races Jim would never have come to Thursgood's at all.
For Your Eyes Only
by Ian Fleming
The eyes behind the wide black rubber goggles were cold as flint. In the howling speed-turmoil of a B.S.A. M.20 doing se...