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    The League of Dark Men

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      Loftus pushed his way through the crowd, past people who were just standing and gaping. His height, he was over six-foot-two, enabled him to see over the heads of the crowd. He saw two men kneeling, a third lying on his side. Next moment he had reached them, and saw the handle of the knife sticking out of the third man’s back.

      He felt as if a knife had been thrust between his own ribs; his vision was blurred.

      As it cleared he saw a young woman—a slight, pretty, fair-haired creature in pale blue, leaning heavily on the arm of an older man and looking like death. Probably she had screamed. Next, Loftus saw Craigie break through the crowd on the other side.

      Another man pushed his way forward—Grant. He was both tall and powerful, had a cleft, thrusting chin, a shock of stiff, black hair and deep-blue, piercing eyes. He spoke to Craigie and nodded to Loftus, then knelt beside the injured man.

      Grant felt for the victim’s pulse; unfastened buttons, pushed his hand inside the stiff shirt and felt for the heart. He didn’t speak as he withdrew his hand, but lifted the victim in a single, swift movement and stood with him in his arms, the knife hidden.

      “Clear a path, please!” Loftus’s voice was sharp.

      “Is he dead?” a man asked in broken English.

      “He’ll be all right. Clear a path, please.”

      Grant carried the victim through the thinning crowd and headed towards the nearest door. The band was still playing that lilting melody; like laughter at a funeral.

      Loftus whispered to Craigie: “Shall I start on the girl?”

      “Yes, I’ll see the others.” Craigie meant the other Department Z men. “Go easy with her.”

      Loftus didn’t answer, but stepped in front of the girl in blue. She was leaning heavily against the elderly man and trembling violently.

      Her companion said: “Are you a doctor? She was dancing with that fellow.”

      “I’ll look after her. Who else was dancing close to them?”

      Loftus glanced about the people near, eyes probing, face after face registering clearly on his mind. Some he recognized; most were strangers. He saw a slight, willowy man with sleek dark hair edging his way out of the crowd. Something in the way the man moved caught his attention.

      Another, short and fair, touched Loftus’s arm.

      “I’ll cover that chap.”

      “And get someone else—Grant, if you can.” Loftus turned again to the girl. “You’d better come with me, I’ll look after you. Have you any friends here?”

      She was too distraught to answer.

      A tall, distinguished man wearing many medal ribbons came forward and began to talk swiftly. Loftus didn’t know the language, but placed it as Scandinavian. A woman with him touched his hand and began to talk as swiftly in good English. The girl was on the secretariat of the Novian Embassy; that was His Excellency the Novian Ambassador; the girl had been invited because she was so new to England and knew few people, and her name—

      Loftus couldn’t get hold of her name.

      “I wonder if you will be good enough to come with us, Your Excellency?”

      “Yes, yes.” The Ambassador’s English was much better than his wife’s. “Yes, we will come; there is nothing else we can do. We will come.”

      In every corner of the room, as they went on, questions were being asked tensely and answered nervously. Newspapermen were already at the telephones calling their Night Desks.

      Who was the injured man?

      Was he dead?

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      Master crime fiction writer John Creasey’s 562 titles (or so) have sold more than 80 million copies in over 25 languages. After enduring 743 rejection slips, the young Creasey’s career was kickstarted by winning a newspaper writing competition. He went on to collect multiple honours from The Mystery Writers of America including the Edgar Award for best novel in 1962 and the coveted title of Grand Master in 1969. Creasey’s prolific output included 11 different series including Roger West, the Toff, the Baron, Patrick Dawlish, Gideon, Dr Palfrey, and Department Z, published both under his own name and 10 other pseudonyms.

      Creasey was born in Surrey in 1908 and, when not travelling extensively, lived between Bournemouth and Salisbury for most of his life. He died in England in 1973.

      ALSO IN THIS SERIES

      The Death Miser

      Redhead

      First Came a Murder

      Death Round the Corner

      The Mark of the Crescent

      Thunder in Europe

      The Terror Trap

      Carriers of Death

      Days of Danger

      Death Stands By

      Menace

      Murder Must Wait

      Panic!

      Death by Night

      The Island of Peril

      Sabotage

      Go Away Death

      The Day of Disaster

      Prepare for Action

      No Darker Crime

      Dark Peril

      The Peril Ahead

      The League of Dark Men

      The Department of Death

      The Enemy Within

      Dead or Alive

      A Kind of Prisoner

      The Black Spiders

      This edition published in 2017 by Ipso Books

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      Contents

      1The Hall of Babel

      2Gordon Craigie

      3Kolsti’s Goodbye

      4Delaying Action?

      5Nice Girl

      6Bullets for Parmitter

      7Shock for Loftus

      8Sir Hugh Marchant

      9Party

      10Raid

      11Poor M. Nassi

      12Report and Action

      13High Explosive

      14Rout of Little Men

      15Colston House

      16Gregory Wilkinson

      17Report

      18A Job for George

      19Little Blue Box

      20‘Dynamite’

      21Final Act

     

     

     



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