Also available as a hardback end of March 2013 and an author narrated audio.
I am sure you have heard of ‘Operation Mincemeat’ the ingenious plan to land a dead man on a Spanish beach – to fool the Nazis and send their jack-booted, Panzer-clad, stiff-armed, blond-haired boys up the wrong alley.
Allow me to let you into a secret. I was the rehearsal, some months before hostilities began; before the unpleasantness, so to speak. I was the practice run; the ‘upper-class twit’ sent on a wild goose chase, scattering fair Albion’s imminent enemies hither and thither. And, if I were to die in the process, so be it. So long as the suitcase full of faux documents survived, I, Pelham Hardiman was of no consequence. But, my friend, I can tell you their greatest error, their erreur greates, they forgot they were dealing with an Englishman, and a Hardimann at that. And let us not forget the femme fatale.