He tossed it down on the brass coffee table. ‘Kill me,’ he said calmly, ‘and you’ll be making the greatest mistake of your life.’
The German laughed harshly. ‘Don’t try that sort of stuff now. It won’t save your skin.’
Kane picked up the handkerchief and started to untie the knots. ‘See for yourself, and this is only a sample. Sheba’s treasure. We found it back there at the temple.’
He held up the necklace to the light and the emeralds glowed with green fire. The German’s jaw went slack and an expression of awe appeared on his face. ‘Holy Mother of God, I’ve never seen anything like it.’
He snatched the necklace from Kane’s hand and examined it closely. After a moment, he looked up and a genial smile appeared on his face. ‘In the right quarter, this will be worth a fortune. I’m obliged to you.’
They were the last words he spoke on earth. He started to laugh, his finger tightening on the trigger of the revolver, and Jamal stepped off the sleeping couch, arms extended.
One hand fastened over the German’s mouth, the other struck the revolver from his grasp. Skiros started to struggle, but Jamal slipped an arm round his throat and bent him backward over one knee.
Panic appeared in the German’s eyes and his legs threshed wildly. There was a sound as if a dry branch had snapped and he was still.
Marie gave a gasp of horror as Jamal lowered him to the floor and turned towards them. As Kane bent to pick up the fallen necklace, the stern anchor passed the window and the dhow moved forward as the wind caught the great lateen sails.
Kane gestured towards the windows and pushed Jamal forward. ‘Quickly, there’s no time to lose.’
The Somali slipped out feet first and disappeared. The dhow was already picking up speed as it moved towards the harbour entrance, and Kane pushed Marie through the window.
He looked back once at the body of the German, who lay with his face slightly turned towards him, eyes open, and then took a deep breath and jumped.
As he surfaced, the dhow was already moving away, and he started to swim towards Marie, who was clearly visible in the moonlight.
She waited for him, treading water. When he reached her, she fumbled for his hand and for a little while they stayed there like that, looking at each other.
The dhow moved out into the open sea, lateen sails billowing in the wind, and Kane looked again at Marie, and for some unaccountable reason, they started to laugh.
He held her hand very tightly and they turned and swam slowly together through the warm night towards the beach.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jack Higgins was raised in Belfast in a family with a political background and frequently experienced the worst aspect of the troubles during his youth. He later moved to Leeds, left school with no qualifications and had a succession of jobs, including two years as an NCO in the Royal Horse Guards serving on the East German border during the Cold War. He was then accepted as an external student at London University while working as a circus tent-hand, a tram conductor and most things in between, and a degree in sociology and social psychology took him into teaching before he became a full-time author. He was already a writer of adventure stories when he wrote The Eagle Has Landed but his highly original war novel turned him into an international bestselling author. His novels have since sold over 250 million copies and have been translated into forty-four languages. Many of them have been filmed. The most notable being The Eagle Has Landed, Confessional, Night of the Fox, which was made into a highly successful ITV series, A Season in Hell, Cold Harbour, The Eagle Has Flown and On Dangerous Ground.
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