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Neither number he dialed was the one listed for Groton, Peter.
Chapter 2
Montague watched Trevor Van Buren pour himself a fourth snifter of brandy and smiled wryly.
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period. That happened to have been the day Van Buren received a final divorce decree ending his loveless and childless marriage to Hester Van Buren, an angular, foul-tempered shrew with the sexual appetite of a mink and a commitment More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps to marital fidelity that could charitably be described as sporadic. On that happy imbued
Van Buren had celebrated by consuming two portions of Bristol Cream sherry, the second one dissolving his carefully protected inhibitions sufficiently for him to proclaim, Derek, my friend, I must confess Im delighted More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps to be rid of that bed-cruising bitch! The third man in the room also grinned as Van Buren returned joe cocker
his armchair carrying the refilled snifter. John Hawke knew both his companions from close World War II contacts-Montague because of his code work and Van Buren because More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps the latter had been a civilian adviser to the Royal Navys submarine service, which happened to have been John Hawkes wartime branch of duty. joe cocker
in fact, had helped develop the four-man midget submarines that in 1943 had slipped submerged into a Norwegian fjord and dropped More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps delayed-action Amatex explosives under the hull of the German battleship Tirpitz. The blasts, which wrecked all three of the giant warships engines and damaged not only the hull but her fta files
and steering gear, put the Tirpitz out of action for four months. Hawke not only had More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps played a major role in the design of the midgets but had gone along on the daring raid in which six of the sixteen crew members involved died. Hawke himself was wounded. John Reginald Hawke was a imbued
irreverent maverick with a touch of working-class accent, even More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps though he was Cambridge-educated. From his English father, a career naval officer, he had inherited a wiry, tireless physique and a love of the sea; from his Australian mother, the uninhibited friendliness of the typical Aussie, occasionally hardened into a directness that single girl swag
infuriate his superiors. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps Of medium height and one year shy of turning sixty, he was not an imposing man except for his eyes. Deep-set, they had a chameleon-like quality, capable of changing shade with his mood-a pleasant sky blue normally but turning into the ice-coated paleness of topaz More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps when he was angry fta files
under tension. Those eyes conveyed mostly a curious expression now, as Hawke studied his two companions. He was looking particularly at Trevor Van Buren, whose reaction to Montagues revelation had been so ambivalent that it produced obvious nervousness, as if the oceanographer More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps was both excited and worried. The three men were in stolen summer
Burens study, the most comfortable room in the small house that stood on the outskirts of Broadway, a small village in the heart of the Cotswolds.
Hawke was not the sort of man to understand why More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps anyone who had spent his life studying the secrets, treasures, and mysteries of the earths oceans 
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prefer to live in an inland town. It had taken Montague two hours to get there from London by train, and Hawke had spent even longer driving his ancient More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps Jaguar from the seacoast city of Weymouth, where he had retired, still a bachelor, after twenty-two years in the Royal Navy. Broadway 
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a lovely little place, actually far nicer than Weymouth as a quiet residence, but it was too far from Hawkes beloved sea. One More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps couldnt watch an Atlantic sunset or smell the faintly pungent salt air or walk along the shore at night, listening to the waves sigh as they rolled in. fta files
respected the sea without fearing its capacity for treachery, danger, and, too often, death. He considered Van More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mark Kamps Buren to be one of those scientists whose only real love was acquisition of knowle.
