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Mightier than the Sword Buckinghams When Harry Clifton visits his publisher in New York, he learns that he has been elected as the new president of English PEN, and immediately launches a campaign for the release of a fellow author, Anatoly Babakov, whos imprisoned in Siberia. Babakovs crime? Writing a book called , a devastating insight into what it was like to work for Stalin. So determined is Harry to see Babakov released and the book published, that he puts his own life in danger. His wife Emma, chairman of Barrington Shipping, is facing the repercussions of the IRA attack on the . Some board members feel she should resign, and Lady Virginia Fenwick will stop at nothing to cause Emmas downfall. Sir Giles Barrington is now a minister of the Crown, and looks set for even higher office, until an official trip to Berlin does not end as a diplomatic success. Once again, Giless political career is thrown off balance by none other than his old adversary, Major Alex Fisher, who once again stands against him at the election. But who wins this time? In London, Harry and Emmas son, Sebastian, is quickly making a name for himself at Farthings Bank in London, and has proposed to the beautiful young American, Samantha. But the despicable Adrian Sloane, a man interested only in his own advancement and the ruin of Sebastian, will stop at nothing to remove his rival. Jeffrey Archers compelling Clifton Chronicles continue in this, his most accomplished novel to date. With all the trademark twists and turns that have made him one of the worlds most popular authors, the spellbinding story of the Clifton and the Barrington families continues.

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Jeffrey Archer

Mightier than the Sword

FOR

HARRY

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

The pen is mightier than the sword

EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON, 18031873

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Prologue October 1964 Brendan didnt knock on the cabin door just turned the - photo 1Prologue October 1964 Brendan didnt knock on the cabin door just turned the - photo 2

Prologue

October 1964

Brendan didnt knock on the cabin door, just turned the handle and slipped inside, looking back as he did so to be sure no one had seen him. He didnt want to have to explain what a young man from cabin class was doing in an elderly peers room at that time of night. Not that anyone would have commented.

Are we likely to be interrupted? asked Brendan once he had closed the door.

No one will disturb us before seven tomorrow morning, and by then there will be nothing left to disturb.

Good, said Brendan. He dropped on his knees, unlocked the large trunk, pulled open its lid, and studied the complex piece of machinery that had taken him over a month to construct. He spent the next half hour checking that there were no loose wires, that every dial was at its correct setting, and that the clock started at the flick of a switch. Not until he was satisfied that everything was in perfect working order did he get back off his knees.

Its ready, he said. When do you want it activated?

Three a.m. And Ill need thirty minutes to remove all this, the elderly peer added, touching his double chin, if Im to have enough time to get to my other cabin.

Brendan returned to the trunk and set the timer for three oclock. All you have to do is flick the switch just before you leave, and double-check that the second hand is moving, then youll have thirty minutes.

So what can go wrong?

If the lilies are still in Mrs. Cliftons cabin, nothing. No one on this corridor, and probably no one on the deck below, can hope to survive. Theres six pounds of dynamite embedded in the soil beneath those flowers, far more than we need, but at least that way we can be sure of collecting our money.

Have you got my key?

Yes, said Brendan. Cabin 706. Youll find your new passport and ticket under the pillow.

Anything else I ought to be worrying about?

No. Just make sure the second hand is moving before you leave.

Doherty smiled. See you back in Belfast.

Harry unlocked the cabin door and stood aside to allow Emma to enter first.

She bent down to smell the lilies the Queen Mother had sent to celebrate the launch of MV Buckingham. Im exhausted, she said, standing up. I dont know how the Queen Mother manages it day in and day out.

Its what she does, and shes good at it, but I bet shed be exhausted if she tried a few days of being chairman of Barringtons.

Id still rather have my job than hers, said Emma as she stepped out of her dress, and hung it up in the wardrobe before disappearing into the bathroom.

Harry read the card from HRH the Queen Mother once again. Such a personal message. Emma had already decided to put the vase in her office when they got back to Bristol, and to fill it with lilies every Monday morning. Harry smiled. And why not?

When Emma came out of the bathroom, Harry took her place and closed the door behind him. She slipped off her dressing gown and climbed into bed, far too tired even to consider reading a few pages of The Spy Who Came In from the Cold, by a new author Harry had recommended. She switched off the light by the side of her bed and said, Good night, darling, even though she knew Harry couldnt hear her.

By the time Harry came out of the bathroom, she was sound asleep. He tucked her in as if she were a child, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered, Good night, my darling, then climbed into his bed, amused by her gentle purr. He would never have dreamed of suggesting that she snored.

He lay awake, so proud of her. The launch of the new liner couldnt have gone better. He turned on his side, assuming hed drift off within moments but, although his eyes were leaden and he felt exhausted, he couldnt get to sleep. Something wasnt right.

Another man, now safely back in cabin class, was also wide awake. Although it was three in the morning and his job was done, he wasnt trying to sleep. He was just about to go to work.

Always the same anxieties whenever you have to wait. Had you left any clues that would lead straight to you? Had you made any mistakes that would cause the operation to end in failure and make you a laughingstock back home? He wouldnt relax until he was on a lifeboat and, better still, on another ship heading toward another port.

Five minutes and fourteen seconds...

He knew his compatriots, soldiers in the same cause, would be just as nervous as he was.

The waiting was always the worst part, out of your control, no longer anything you could do.

Four minutes and eleven seconds...

Worse than a football match when youre one nil up but you know the other side are stronger and well capable of scoring in injury time. He recalled his area commanders instructions: when the alarm goes off, be sure youre among the first on deck, and the first in the lifeboats, because by this time tomorrow, theyll be searching for anyone under the age of thirty-five with an Irish accent, so keep your mouths shut, boys.

Three minutes and forty seconds... thirty-nine...

He stared at the cabin door and imagined the worst that could possibly happen. The bomb wouldnt go off, the door would burst open, and a dozen police thugs, possibly more, would come charging in, batons flailing in every direction, not caring how many times they hit him. But all he could hear was the rhythmical pounding of the engine as the Buckingham continued its sedate passage across the Atlantic on its way to New York. A city it would never reach.

Two minutes and thirty-four seconds... thirty-three...

He began to imagine what it would be like once he was back on the Falls Road. Young lads in short trousers would look up in awe as he passed them on the street, their only ambition to be like him when they grew up. The hero who had blown up the Buckingham only a few weeks after it had been named by the Queen Mother. No mention of innocent lives lost; there are no innocent lives when you believe in a cause. In fact, hed never meet any of the passengers in the cabins on the upper decks. He would read all about them in tomorrows papers, and if hed done his job properly there would be no mention of his name.

One minute and twenty-two seconds... twenty-one...

What could possibly go wrong now? Would the device, constructed in an upstairs bedroom on the Dungannon estate, let him down at the last minute? Was he about to suffer the silence of failure?

Sixty seconds...

He began to whisper each number.

Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six...

Had the drunken man slumped in the chair in the lounge been waiting for him all the time? Were they now on the way to his cabin?

Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-six...

Had the lilies been replaced, thrown out, taken away? Perhaps Mrs. Clifton was allergic to pollen?

Thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six...

Had they unlocked his lordships room and found the open trunk?

Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six...

Were they already searching the ship for the man whod slipped out of the toilet in the first-class lounge?

Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen...

Had they... he clung to the edge of the bunk, closed his eyes, and began counting out loud.

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