DESMOND BAGLEY
High Citadel
AND
Landslide
COPYRIGHT
HARPER
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High Citadel first published in Great Britain by Collins 1965 Landslide first published in Great Britain by Collins 1967 My Old Mans Trumpet first published in Argosy magazine 1967
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Copyright © Brockhurst Publications 1965, 1967
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
High Citadel
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Landslide
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Keep Reading
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
HIGH CITADELDEDICATION
To John Donaldson and Bob Knittel
ONE
The bell shrilled insistently.
OHara frowned in his sleep and burrowed deeper into the pillow. He dragged up the thin sheet which covered him, but that left his feet uncovered and there was a sleepy protest from his companion. Without opening his eyes he put his hand out to the bedside table, seized the alarm clock, and hurled it violently across the room. Then he snuggled into the pillow again.
The bell still rang.
At last he opened his eyes, coming to the realization that it was the telephone ringing. He propped himself up on one elbow and stared hatefully into the darkness. Ever since he had been in the hotel he had been asking Ramón to transfer the telephone to the bedside, and every time he had been assured that it would be done tomorrow. It had been nearly a year.
He got out of bed and padded across the room to the dressing-table without bothering to switch on the light. As he picked up the telephone he tweaked aside the window curtain and glanced outside. It was still dark and the moon was setting he estimated it was about two hours to dawn.
He grunted into the mouthpiece: OHara.
Goddammit, whats the matter with you? said Filson. Ive been trying to get you for a quarter of an hour.
I was asleep, said OHara. I usually sleep at night I believe most people do, with the exception of Yankee flight managers.
Very funny, said Filson tiredly. Well, drag your ass down here theres a flight scheduled for dawn.
What the hell I just got back six hours ago. Im tired.
You think Im not? said Filson. This is important a Samair 727 touched down in an emergency landing and the flight inspector grounded it. The passengers are mad as hornets, so the skipper and the hostess have sorted out priorities and weve got to take passengers to the coast. You know what a connection with Samair means to us; it could be that if we treat em nice theyll use us as a regular feeder.