Len Deighton
City of Gold
Copyright
This novel is entirely a work of fiction.
The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
This paperback edition 2011
First published in Great Britain by
Century in 1992
Copyright © Len Deighton 1992
Introduction copyright © Pluriform Publishing Company BV 2011 Cover designer’s note © Arnold Schwartzman 2011
Len Deighton asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
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Source ISBN: 9780007385843
Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2011 ISBN: 9780007450848 Version: 2017-08-10
Epigraph
They say that the sergeant’s a very nice chap,
Oh what a tale to tell.
Ask him for leave on a Saturday night –
He’ll pay your fare home as well.
There’s many a soldier has blighted his life
Thro’ writing rude words on the wall,
You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up, my lads. Bless ’em all!
Trooping song
Contents
Copyright
Epigraph
Cover designer’s note
Prompted by seeing the renderings of my two murals for…
Introduction
Picture me, a scruffy tourist in bush shirt and slacks,…
Prologue
In the final months of 1941, General Erwin Rommel –…
1
‘I like escorting prisoners,’ said Captain Albert Cutler, settling back…
2
The region called El Birkeh, where so many of Cairo’s…
3
At Cairo the water of the Nile divides to make…
4
They’d given Jimmy Ross his predecessor’s quarters. He was in…
5
Having finished her shift at the Base Hospital, Peggy West…
6
Peggy’s fears, about taking Alice Stanhope to the Base Hospital,…
7
No one claimed to remember when or where or why…
8
To the casual observer, the soldiers seemed to belong here.
9
‘I like them. I think those two are the nicest…
10
‘Did you hear that it rained in the desert?’ said…
11
‘The balloon’s gone up,’ said Lionel Marker as he pressed…
12
Bab-el-Hadid barracks was a curious-looking, three-storey structure, built to look…
13
Alice Stanhope had learned to drive her father’s four-litre Brough…
14
Harry Wechsler had been thinking about Alice Stanhope right up…
15
This was a different world. In this strip of desert…
16
Peggy West had seen very little of Prince Piotr until…
17
‘It’s hush hush. Top damned secret, old boy.’ Wallingford grinned…
18
‘Alice tells me you have been thinking of going to…
19
‘It will soon be time to move on,’ Solomon told…
20
Robin Darymple was happier than he had been for months.
21
‘This is my favourite time of year,’ said Wallingford suddenly,…
22
Alice got the news from Peggy West. Peggy spent fifteen…
Postscript
About the Author
Other Books by Len Deighton
Cover designer’s note
Prompted by seeing the renderings of my two murals for Cunard’s new ship, Queen Elizabeth, Len Deighton suggested that I illustrate some of the covers of this next quartet of re-issues. I am delighted to be given the opportunity to draw once again, as it has been well over thirty years since my days as a regular illustrator for the Sunday Times.
While drawing the figure of Rommel against the background of Cairo’s Citadel Mosque for this book’s cover, I donned headphones and listened to the recording of Len Deighton’s Violent Ward, seeking inspiration for the design of that book. Fortunately the city under threat from the German Field Marshal and that of a modern-day Los Angeles are worlds apart so I was able to breathe life into the ‘Desert Fox’ even as I was being filled with images of the faded glamour, corruption and danger of the City of Angels.
Once again the internet assisted me in locating suitable pieces of ephemera for the back cover, such as the Second World War British Army Tank Corp badge, which is just like Field Marshal Montgomery’s. In preparing it for the camera, I took great pleasure in applying Brasso to the tarnished badge, a task that I had not undertaken since my days serving with the Royal Sussex Regiment in