By: Hammond Innes

“He went straight in. Never pulled out of that dive.”

By: Hammond Innes

I lifted the shotgun and fired at the torch.

By: Hammond Innes

“He is waiting for us — out there.”

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: Hammond Innes

I knew then that his lung was punctured.

By: Hammond Innes

I was alone — in the Russian Zone of Germany.

By: Hammond Innes

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

By: Hammond Innes

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

By: Hammond Innes

I hadn’t been over Berlin since 1945.

By: Hammond Innes

Surely to God I’d had enough of life behind bars.

By: Hammond Innes

“The bloody thing’s jammed.”

By: Hammond Innes

There was a sharp explosion. The engine rocked.