High Citadel / Landslide. Desmond Bagley

      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 Man’s Trumpet first published in Argosy magazine 1967

      Desmond Bagley asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of these works

      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 author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007304790

      Ebook Edition © JUNE 2012 ISBN 9780007347650

      Version: 2018–10–09

      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 CITADEL

       DEDICATION

       To John Donaldson and Bob Knittel

       ONE

      The bell shrilled insistently.

      O’Hara 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