Puppet on a Chain. Alistair MacLean
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Название: Puppet on a Chain
Автор: Alistair MacLean
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780007289370
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PUPPET ON A CHAIN
Alistair MacLean
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by Collins 1969
Copyright © HarperCollinsPublishers 1969
Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2020
Cover photograph © Stephen Mulcahey
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Source ISBN: 9780008337506
Ebook Edition © 2020 ISBN: 9780007289370
Version: 2020-04-24
To Fred and Ina
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
About the Author
Keep Reading …
By Alistair MacLean
About the Publisher
‘We shall be arriving in Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam, in just a few minutes.’ Mellifluous, accentless, the Dutch stewardess’s voice could have been precisely duplicated on any of a dozen European airlines. ‘Please fasten your seatbelts and extinguish your cigarettes. We hope you have enjoyed your flight: we are sure you will enjoy your stay in Amsterdam.’
I’d spoken briefly to the stewardess on the way across. A charming girl, but given to a certain unwarranted optimism in her outlook on life in general and I had to take issue with her on two points: I hadn’t enjoyed the flight and I didn’t expect to enjoy my stay in Amsterdam. I hadn’t enjoyed the flight because I hadn’t enjoyed any flight since that day two years ago when the engines of a DC 8 had failed only seconds after take-off and led to the discovery of two things: that an unpowered jet has the gliding characteristics of a block of concrete and that plastic surgery can be very long, very painful, very expensive and occasionally not very successful. Nor did I expect to enjoy Amsterdam even though it is probably the most beautiful city in the world with the friendliest inhabitants you’ll find anywhere: it’s just that the nature of my business trips abroad automatically precludes the enjoyment of anything.
As the big KLM DC 8 – I’m not superstitious, any plane can fall out of the sky – sank down, I glanced round its crowded interior. The bulk of the passengers, I observed, appeared to share my belief in the inherent madness of flying: those who weren’t using their finger-nails to dig holes in KLM’s upholstery were either leaning back with excessive nonchalance or chattering with the bright gay animation of those brave spirits who go to their impending doom with a quip on their smiling lips, the type who would have waved cheerfully to the admiring throngs as their tumbril drew up beside the guillotine. In short, a pretty fair cross-section of humanity. Distinctly law-abiding. Definitely non-villainous. Ordinary: even nondescript.
Or perhaps that’s unfair – the nondescript bit, I mean. To qualify for that rather denigrating description there must exist comparative terms of reference to justfy its use: unfortunately for the remainder of the passengers there were two others aboard that plane who would have СКАЧАТЬ