By: Hammond Innes

If I had touched her I think she would have responded.

By: Hammond Innes

“You want me to keep my mouth shut?”

By: Hammond Innes

“Will you let me have a plane, sir — tonight?”

By: Hammond Innes

“The driver leaned across to grip my arm — and I jumped.”

By: John Russell

And, after all, the ship came.

By: Hammond Innes

I knew then that his lung was punctured.

By: John Russell

Perroquet caught up their paddle and flattened him…

By: Hammond Innes

I was alone — in the Russian Zone of Germany.

By: John Russell

I pull your gullet out like the string of an orange…

By: Hammond Innes

“My God!” I said. “I believe you want him dead.”

By: John Russell

Will you wake before I smash your ribs?

By: Hammond Innes

His legs disappeared into the black void of the slip-stream.

By: John Russell

The doctor foresaw ugly complica­tions…

By: Hammond Innes

I hadn’t been over Berlin since 1945.

By: John Russell

This enigma brown or yellow or black…