Barbouze? A false beard. To North African revolutionaries these Secret agents of France were licensed murderers to be killed on sight along with their accomplices. Neil Ingleby? He's a vacationing English journalist, whirled into the revolution by a barbouze and going along fora Jark and a Scoop. Caught between the exultant, fascistic sadism of the Algerian patriots, the corrupt intrigue of the Arabs and the shifting loyalties of the French Army, Ingleby runs -- but never gets ahead. Tough and tart espionage at its most cynical.