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Jack Higgins
Cold Harbour
Dedication
And this one for my daughter Sarah
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Publisher’s Note
Foreword
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There were bodies all around, clear in the moonlight, some . . .
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As Craig Osbourne reached the edge of St Maurice, there . . .
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The crew busied themselves tying up and Hare and Osbourne . . .
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Just behind the village of St Martin there was a . . .
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Jack Carter was waiting on the landing as they went . . .
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Croydon was thick with mist and a heavy rain was . . .
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Munro sat by the library fire in a wing-back chair . . .
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In the morning, it seemed like a nightmare. Something which . . .
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It was just after seven on the following morning when . . .
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Genevieve and Craig and René stayed below at Hare’s request . . .
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When Genevieve went into her aunt’s sitting room, it was . . .
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She slept well and didn’t dream and woke so suddenly . . .
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The Grenadier in Charles Street was on the corner of . . .
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As the Lili Marlene left Cold Harbour, Field Marshal Erwin . . .
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She drifted down the great stairs on Priem’s arm as . . .
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Himmler frequently spent the night in a small study adjacent . . .
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On the afternoon of the following day, Jack Carter delivered . . .
About the Author
Other Books by Jack Higgins
Copyright
About the Publisher
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
COLD HARBOUR was first published in the UK by William Heinemann Ltd. in 1990 and later by Signet. This terrific novel has been out of print for some years, and in 2011, it seemed to the author and his publishers that it was a pity to leave such a good story languishing on his shelves. So we are delighted to be able to bring back COLD HARBOUR for the pleasure of the vast majority of us who never had a chance to read the earlier editions.
FOREWORD
My reputation for novels of the Second World War since the unprecedented success of The Eagle Has Landed means that fans constantly write asking for more. Cold Harbour was firmly based in fact. Both British and German forces during the war assumed the identity of the enemy. Many German planes flew for the RAF and many British planes were operated by the Luftwaffe. At least two U boats were operated by the Royal Navy. So the idea of Cold Harbour, the secret base in Cornwall where the planes were Luftwaffe and the ships were Kriegsmarine, took shape. I’ve been asked again and again to produce a sequel – who knows?
JACK HIGGINS
October 1996
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There were bodies all around, clear in the moonlight, some in lifejackets, some not. Way beyond, the sea was on fire with burning oil and as Martin Hare lifted on the crest of a wave, he saw what was left of the destroyer, her prow already under the water. There was a dull explosion, her stern lifted and she started to go. He skidded down the other side of the wave, buoyant in his lifejacket, and then another washed over him and he choked, half-fainting as he struggled for breath, aware of the intense pain from the shrapnel in his chest.
The sea was running very fast in the slot between the islands, six or seven knots at least. It seemed to take hold of him, carrying him along at an incredible rate, the cries of the dying faded into the night behind. Again he was lifted higher on a wave, paused for a moment, half blind from the salt, then swept down very fast and cannoned into a liferaft.
He grabbed at one of the rope handles and looked up. A man crouched there, a Japanese officer in uniform. His feet were bare; Hare noticed that. They stared at each other for a long moment and then Hare tried to pull himself up. But he had no strength left.
The Japanese crawled forward without a word, reached down, caught him by the lifejacket and hauled him on to the raft. At the same moment the raft spun like a top, caught by an eddy, and the Japanese pitched headfirst into the sea.
Within seconds he was ten yards away, his face clear in the moonlight. He started to swim back towards the raft and then behind him, cutting through the white froth between the waves, Hare saw a shark’s fin. The Japanese didn’t even cry out, simply threw up his arms and disappeared. And it was Hare who screamed, as he always did, coming bolt upright in the bed, his body soaked in sweat.
The duty nurse was McPherson, a tough, no-nonsense lady of fifty, a widow with two sons in the Marines fighting their way through the islands. She came in now and stood looking at him, hands on hips.
‘The dream again?’
Hare swung his legs to the floor and reached for his robe. ‘That’s it. Who’s the doctor tonight?’
‘Commander Lawrence, but he won’t do you any good. Another couple of pills so you’ll sleep some more like you’ve slept all afternoon already.’
‘What time is it?’
‘Seven o’clock. Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll lay out that nice new uniform for you. You can come down to dinner. It’ll do you good.’
‘I don’t think so.’
He looked in the mirror and ran his fingers through the unruly black hair that was streaked with grey, although at forty-six you had to expect that. The face was handsome enough, pale from months of hospitalisation. But it was in the eyes that the lack of hope showed, no expression there at all.
He opened a drawer in the bedside locker, found his lighter and a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He was already coughing as he walked to the open window and looked out over the balcony to the garden.
‘Wonderful,’ she said. ‘One good lung left, so now you’re trying to finish what the Japs started.’ There was a Thermos flask filled with coffee by the bed. She poured some into a cup and brought it over. ‘Time to start living again, Commander. As they say in those Hollywood movies, for you the war is over. You should never have started in the first place. It’s a young man’s game.’
He sipped his coffee. ‘So what do I do?’
‘Back to Harvard, Professor.’ She smiled. ‘The students will love you. All those medals. Don’t forget