This was a revelation. What I thought was just the story from some old black and white film (and - yes - as a lover of old black and white films I should have known better) was a novel of immense stature.
The suspense was almost overwhelming and how could you not love Guy Haines, as much as you hate him, too?
I make many train journeys and I always pray that I will have an empty seat next to me so that I can just get on and read my latest book. I am constantly annoyed by people who want to talk about the weather or the delays on the railway or the latest football scores but I have never been interrupted by a man like Bruno. Would I like it if I were?