Arabesque

In war-torn Lebanon, a beautiful French woman fights a war of spy versus spy

There is no privacy in Beirut. In the hotel lobbies and high-class bars of this beautiful Eastern capital, intelligencers of every stripe hide in plain sight: British spies and Nazi moles, Free French operatives and the lackeys of Vichy France. Stalin has his men here, as do the Zionists who would turn British Palestine i...