Book Review: Anton Du Beke’s debonair debut One Enchanted Evening might just sweep you off your feet

The year is 1936 and inside the Buckingham Hotel’s Grand Ballroom, the party is in full swing. But it’s more than dancing partners and waiters armed with fresh champagne doing the rounds here. With Britain keeping one eye firmly on the rising European fascists, the business of buying and selling secrets is booming – and where better to stock up than here, where the rich and powerful are so eager to let their guard down?

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