Marseilles

What you don't know may kill you.

Intrigue and adventure were Benasque's specialties-whether at glittering embassy balls or in the treacherous shadow-world of the waterfront. So when the debonair publisher of The Outspeak asked him to get a line on a vicious group called the Companions, he accepted. The pay was good and the prospects were fascinating.

He knew, for instance, that his contact in Marseilles was the same man he had suspected of betraying their underground unit to the Nazis during the war. And he knew that his own predecessor-mysteriously vanished-was the ex-SS officer who had captured the unit. What he didn't know was that the Companions were waiting for him-with an assassin.