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310 pages, Paperback
First published February 9, 2017
When you lived on Spook Street, you wrapped up tight: watched every word, guarded every secret.
Laps of honor and whatnot. That was what [River] thought, of course; that it was all about guts and glory--truth was, it was all about flesh and blood. Medals weren't won in the sunshine. Backs were stabbed in the dark. It was a messy business, and maybe the boy was better off out of it, though there was no telling him that, of course. Wouldn't be a Cartwright otherwise.
... old spies grew forgetful, and among the things they forgot was remembering what not to say...
So elderly spies had an eye kept on them, in case they become unbuttoned, and maybe there were times-- how could he not have thought about this?--when the Service reached out a gloved hand and eased an old spook's passage from this life.
They'd send stoats first, to check the lie of the land.
And the O.B. kept a gun in his house which he no longer stored in a gun safe.
"I'm not sure which is worse -- that someone planned this or that it's all a colossal f*ck-up."
"Welcome to Regent's Park."

"That's the measure of our success, Claude. That the country still leads a normal life, even while we bury the dead."
"I'm not sure Marketing'll approve that as a slogan." - conversation between Second Desk Diana Taverner and First Desk Claude Whelan.
"Do you all act dumb all the time? Or is it not an act?"
"We take it in turns," said Louisa. - conversation between new 'Head Dog' Emma Flyte and Slough House's Louisa Guy.















‘So you're the boss of the famous Slough House,’ Flyte said. ‘Isn't that where they keep the rejects?’
‘They don't like to be called that.’
‘So what do you call them?’
‘Rejects,’ said Lamb.
