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Jack Higgins
Sheba
Contents
Title Page
Publisher’s Note
Map
Berlin
March 1939
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As rain drifted across Berlin in a great curtain on…
2
On Wednesday morning Canaris, after sleeping once again on the…
Dahrein
August 1939
3
The wind, blowing across the Gulf from Africa, still carried…
4
They came into Dahrein in the early afternoon. As the…
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They didn’t talk much on the way to the hotel.
6
He moved along the corridor and as he reached the…
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The hotel was ablaze with lights, and the foyer was…
8
The fishing boats were slipping out through the harbour entrance…
9
Kane gave a long, shuddering sigh and wiped sweat from…
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Jamal gently cleared loose sand away from the base of…
11
It was almost noon when the two guards came to…
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The moon had risen over the rim of the gorge…
13
The cave was in complete darkness and Kane took out…
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They entered a large chamber which was about three feet…
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They left an hour later on the three camels Jamal…
16
A thorough search of the camp produced plenty of food,…
17
He opened his eyes slowly. For a moment his mind…
18
It was quiet in the garden and a slight breeze…
About the Author
Other Books by Jack Higgins
Copyright
About the Publisher
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
SHEBA was first published in the UK as Seven Pillars of Hell by Abelard-Schuman in 1963. It was then rewritten and published by Michael Joseph in 1994 and has been out of print for several years.
In 2012, it seemed to the author and his publishers that it was a pity to leave such a thrilling story languishing on his shelves. So we are delighted to be able to bring back Sheba for the pleasure of the vast majority of us who never had a chance to read the earlier editions.
In 24 BC the Roman General, Aelius Gallus, tried to conquer Southern Arabia and succeeded only in losing most of his army in the awesome region known as the Empty Quarter, the Rubh al Khali. Amongst the survivors was a Greek adventurer named Alexias, centurion in the Tenth Legion, who walked out of the desert carrying with him a secret of the ancient world as astonishing as King Solomon’s Mines, a secret that was lost for two thousand years. Until …
Map
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As rain drifted across Berlin in a great curtain on the final evening of March a black Mercedes limousine moved along Wilhelmstrasse towards the new Reich Chancellery which had only opened in January. Hitler had given them a year to complete the project. His orders had been obeyed with two weeks to spare. Admiral Wilhelm Canaris, Chief of Military Intelligence, the Abwehr, leaned forward and wound down the window so that he could obtain a better view.
He shook his head. ‘Incredible. Do you realize, Hans, that the frontage on Voss-Strasse alone is a quarter of a mile long.’
The young man who sat next to him was his aide, a Luftwaffe captain named Hans Ritter. He had an Iron Cross Second and First Class and was handsome enough until he turned his head and the dreadful burn scar was visible on his right cheek; and there was a walking stick on the floor at his feet, the unfortunate result of his having been shot down by an American volunteer pilot while flying with the German Condor Legion in the Spanish Civil War.
‘With all those pillars, Herr Admiral, the marble, it’s more like some marvel of the ancient world.’
‘Instead of a symbol of the new order?’ Canaris shrugged and wound up the window. ‘Everything passes, Hans, even the Third Reich although our beloved Führer has given us a thousand years.’ He took a cigarette from his case and Ritter gave him a light, as always slightly alarmed at the mocking in the older man’s voice.
‘As you say, Herr Admiral.’
‘Yes, it’s a bizarre thought, isn’t it? One day people could be wandering around what’s left of the Chancellery, tourists, just like they inspect the ruins of the Temple of Luxor in Egypt saying: “I wonder what they were like?”’
Ritter was thoroughly uncomfortable now as the Mercedes drove through the gilded gates into a court of honour and moved towards the steps leading up to the massive entrance. ‘If the Herr Admiral could give me an idea of why we’ve been called.’
‘I haven’t the slightest notion and it’s me he wants to see, not you, Hans. I simply want you on hand if anything unusual turns up.’
‘Shall I wait in the car?’ Ritter asked as they pulled up at the bottom of the steps.
‘No, you can wait in reception. Much more comfortable and you’ll be able
