A cold spy, cold war entertainment, actually more than an entertainment, this takes place in present day Yugoslavia (Mr. Rothberg is a political analyst and correspondent of some standing), one of the frostier terrains. Warren Stone, a literary agent, comes there to secure a manuscript from a former leader who has become politically doubtful, Karst. The first attempt to contact him results in the brutal killing of a 16 year old boy in Stone's room. Follows, from this point, the attempt to reach Karst, and Stone is kept in close company with a man called Grout, from the Embassy, another from the Secret Police, and a girl, Eleanor, who had been the young wife, protegee and legatee of Karst's closest friend, now dead. And even though ""Death hath a thousand doors to let out life"" and Stone succeeds in finding one of them, there is much that he must leave behind. A literate writer, Rothberg makes fine use of the savage, scenic background and there are Greene-ish hues of conscience, of commitment, to raise this above and beyond an external espionage incident. Strong publisher enthusiasm may well be seconded in readership response.