The Eiger Sanction: A Novel
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Jonathan Hemlock lives in a renovated Gothic church on Long Island. He is an art professor, a mountain climber, and a mercenary, performing assassinations (i.e., sanctions) for money to augment his black-market art collection. Now Hemlock is being tricked into a hazardous assignment that involves an attempt to scale one of the most treacherous mountain peaks in the Swiss Alps, the Eiger.
In a breathtakingly suspenseful story that is part thriller and part satire, the author traces Hemlock’s spine-tingling adventures, introducing a cast of intriguing characters—villains, traitors, beautiful women—into the highly charged atmosphere of danger. The accumulating threads of suspicion, accusation, and evidence gradually knit themselves into a bizarre and death-defying climax in this exciting, entertaining novel that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the last absorbing page.
admit it. It's all a facade. I just pretend to be urbane as an armor for my vulnerable hypersensitivity." "Now I'm getting a put-on within the put-on." "How do you like being on Flugle Street?" "Help." Jonathan laughed and let the con lie where it was. Jemima sighed and shook her head. "Man, you're really a social buzz saw, aren't you. I like to put people on myself by skipping logical steps in the conversation until they're dizzy. But that sort of thing isn't even in your league, is it?"
of thing. "We could make some sort of pact. I imagine we're capable of not making love for a day or two." "You'd cheat." "Probably." "And if you didn't, I would." "I'm glad to hear that." The restaurant was closing, and their waiter had already made many polite intrusions with offers of unwanted service. Jonathan tipped rather too much, paying for the splendid time he had had, rather than for the service, which he had not noticed. They decided to walk back to her hotel because it was not
Hemlock." "Let's talk about the assignment." "Very well." Dragon sighed, shuddering with the effort. "But I regret your loss of sportsmanship. How does the Americanism go? Win a few...?" "Did you used to pull the wings off flies when you were young, Dragon?" "Certainly not! Not flies." Jonathan chose not to pursue the subject. "I assume the sanction has to do with the second man in Montreal. The one who was wounded in the struggle with whoeveritwas?" "Agent Wormwood. Yes. At the time we
time Jonathan had been aware that his hardening body was growing eager to make love, not as an affectionate expression, but as a biological eruption. It was for this reason that he asked Ben, more or less offhand, "Do you have anything going with George?" "What? Oh! No." He actually blushed. "For Christ's sake, I'm twenty-five years older than her. Why do you want to know?" "Nothing really. I'm just feeling tough and full of sperm. She happens to be around and she looks capable." "Well, she's
the basket. It was his practice never to serve on committees. A bill on the house. Flip. The journal was in dire need of his article on Lautrec. Flip. The last was a postage-free official envelope from the American Embassy in Bern. It contained a photocopy of a cryptogram from Dragon. "Message starts... Hemlock... break... Search has had no success in designating your objective... break... Alternate plan now in operation... break... Have placed details in the hands of Clement Pope... break...