

while Alex steals secret papers from his briefcase. And, after a few bumbles (he steals a briefcase full of army menus), Achmed/Alex is a success, thanks to his moll-bisexual, masochistic, Anglo-loathing belly-dancer Sonja together they lure a wimpy British major into feverish liaisons with Sonja on her houseboat. Alex Wolff, is sent to his native Cairo (in the splendid opening, he walks there from Libya) to gather secrets from the British and broadcast them to Rommel in the desert, using pages of du Maurier's Rebecca for a code. Again the central figure is a Nazi spy with secrets that could change history: Arab-German Achmed, a.k.a. That's the wise rationale behind Follett's new WW II thriller, which recycles the same basic scenario-now in 1942 Cairo instead of 1944 England-that made Eye of the Needle such a winner.

If they liked it once, they'll love it twice.
