That five fingered, light fingered spy who has already figured prominently in the annals of conspiracy of World War II, now tells his own story which benefits both from the fact that it settles some unfinished business and from this bounder's candid bonhomie. His identity has been corroborated here by Herr Moyzisch, who was his German contact, and this story of his career begins when, as a valet to British Secretary Busk in Ankara, he started to read his chief's mall. A family man with four children, Cicero was also a constitutional philanderer and with the help of the willing Mara, a baby's nurse, he moved over to the household of the British Ambassador, Sir Hughe Knatchbull-Hugessen where he photographed the documents in the safe which were to be sold to the Germans and for which he was well paid in forged currency. There are some interesting details on Cornelia Kapp, the American girl who was his opposite number and who- as secretary to Moyzisch-contributed to his demise. Nobody came off well in this entire affair, and Cicero is now seen broke, with a second wife and four children more, trying to pay off the debts contracted with his fairy gold..... Scamp or scoundrel, Cicero has provided a jauntily amusing memoir.