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.

By: Hammond Innes

“Every day you delay, German pressure is becoming more effective.”

By: Hammond Innes

“This air engine of yours — you didn’t design it, did you.”

By: Hammond Innes

“Unless you can pay what is due on the mortgages I must foreclose.”