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Wordsworth had put it well: “Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive.”

The years that followed had not been so joyful—the civil war and the hardship it brought in its wake had seen to that. Some had thought victory would rejuvenate the revolution, but the opposite seemed to have happened. The magic was gone, the world closing down, the sand reverting to stone.

They found it hard to admit, to themselves as much as to one another, but all of them knew. Sergei and Komarov had railed against it in their very different ways; Kollontai was doubtless still tenaciously fighting her corner. But deep in their hearts, they all knew that the odds were against them, that the brand-new world they thought they had glimpsed was fading like a dream.

Caitlin sighed and watched as a pair of young Indian men in suits strode past, presumably bound for some office. She could go back to hers in Moscow and do that work that could still be done. Part of her wanted to; part of her thought she should.

But other voices demanded a hearing. The one that said, “Cut your losses, and find a new country where doors are waiting for someone to break them down.” The one that just said, “Jack.”

In 1918 she’d had to choose between love and ideals because he was a wanted man where she most wanted to be. But even then, setting him loose, she’d hoped that they might meet again, that she wasn’t burning her bridges completely. And miracle of miracles, she’d been right.

If she left him again, she knew there’d be no way back.

Passionate love wasn’t everything, but it sure as hell was something. And though for women it often seemed to crowd out everything else, that didn’t have to be the case. Maybe winning that particular battle was the hardest thing she’d ever have to do.

He took one last lookaround the empty room, and felt the sting of tears. Feeling foolish, he wiped them away and made for the stairs. He was halfway across the courtyard below when the street door swung open and there she was, suitcase in hand.

Seeing him there, an uncertain smile appeared on her face.

“Forget something?” he asked.

“Just you.”

With historical fiction the question often arises as to where the history ends and the fiction begins, and I feel it is incumbent on authors to at least take a stab at explaining their own approach. The most important thing, to my mind, is that the historical context—by which I mean everything from political events to food and clothing—should be as accurate as possible. Some will disagree with my judgments—history, after all, is often a matter of opinion. Others will gleefully point out the odd mistake, and as someone prone to schadenfreude myself, I can hardly complain when they do.

The plot that forms the spine of The Dark Clouds Shining —the employment of communist dupes by sections of British intelligence to assassinate Mohandas Gandhi—is pure fiction, but the British sense of heightened insecurity in the face of Gandhi’s independence campaign was real enough, and developments in Russia at this time were certainly inviting many veteran activists to seek out revolutionary situations farther afield. The Kronstadt rebellion and Lenin’s introduction of the New (and suspiciously retrograde) Economic Policy convinced many that the Russian Revolution’s progressive phase was over.

Mansfield Cumming was head of the British Secret Service from its foundation in 1909 until his death in 1923 and was often ill in the year in which this book is set.

Several well-known Bolsheviks appear in the novel, but only two play any part in the plot’s unfolding. Felix Dzerzhinsky was the head of the statewide security police (the Vecheka or Cheka, later the GPU and OGPU) from its formation in 1917 to his early death in 1926. Had he lived much longer, he would doubtless have died in the purges that claimed his surviving male colleagues—Stalin of course excepted—from the original Bolshevik leadership.

Alexandra Kollontai was the only woman in that leadership and, during the early years of the revolution, was important for her championing of women’s and children’s rights, and for her support of the Workers’ Opposition, which sought, perhaps unrealistically, a greater role for Russia’s decimated proletariat once the civil war was over. Sidelined by 1923, she accepted the post of Soviet ambassador to Norway, and effectively retired from Soviet politics. Her writings on gender and socialist issues, unlike those of her male Bolshevik colleagues, remain fresh and original a century later.

Jack McColl, Caitlin Hanley/Piatakova, Yuri Komarov, Aidan Brady, and Sergei Piatakov are all complete inventions, but I hope that among them they reflect a range of human responses to that saddest of human situations—the dying of a dream.

First off, I must thank and praise my principal editor, Juliet Grames. She has had a huge impact on these four books, mostly by metaphorically standing at my shoulder as I write and demanding to know what the character is feeling. In this and many other ways her input has been crucial throughout.

My other editors—Maureen Sugden, Rachel Kowal, Katie Herman, Ellie Robbins and Linda Grames—have also made stellar contributions. I have often been in awe of how much they know and how much they notice.

I also want to thank everyone at Soho who has helped bring the books and myself to the market, both those I know by name—Bronwen Hruska, Paul Oliver, Amara Hoshijo and Abby Koski—and those I don’t.

Writing, like most endeavors, is often all about confidence, and I must thank my agent and friend Charlie Viney for his encouragement over the years.

Last but far from least, I must mention my wife’s contribution. Nancy has been busy these last few years doing a PhD and hasn’t read much of the series, but her voice inside my head undoubtedly helped to write it.

Zoo Station

Silesian Station

Stettin Station

Potsdam Station

Lehrter Station

Masaryk Station

Jack of Spies

One Man’s Flag

Lenin’s Roller Coaster

The Dark Clouds Shining

The Red Eagles

Copyright © 2018 by David Downing

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Published in the United States by Soho Press, Inc.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Downing, David, 1946–

Title: Dark clouds shining / David Downing.

A Jack McColl novel

ISBN 978-1-61695-606-6

eISBN 978-1-61695-607-3

1. Intelligence officers—Great Britain—Fiction. 2.Women journalists—Great Britain—Fiction. 3. Espionage, British—Fiction. I. Title

PR6054.O868 D37 2018 823’.914—dc23 2017029033

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