An Accidental Spy

Phillip Knightley

I arrived in Bombay on 13 December 1960. I was thirty-one years old, free and on my way home to Australia after working for a fruitless couple of years in London as a journalist. India, I had decided, would just be another brief port of call. I had sixty-five pounds in traveller’s cheques, ten Ame…


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