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Автор: Desmond Bagley
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      DESMOND BAGLEY

       Night of Error

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       COPYRIGHT

      HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in Great Britain by Collins 1984

      Copyright © Brockhurst Publications 1984

      Cover layout design Richard Augustus © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017

      Desmond Bagley asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      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.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008211370

      Ebook Edition © August 2017 ISBN 9780008211387

      Version:2017-07-05

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Night of Error

       Dedication

       Epigraph

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       About the Author

       By the Same Author

       About the Publisher

NIGHT OF ERROR

       DEDICATION

       For STAN HURST, at last, with affection

       PREFACE

      The Pacific Islands Pilot, Vol. II, published by the Hydrographer of the Navy, has this to say about the island of Fonua Fo’ou, almost at the end of a long and detailed history:

      In 1963, HMNZFA Tui reported a hard grey rock, with a depth of 6 feet over it, on which the sea breaks, and general depths of 36 feet extending for 2 miles northwards and 1 1/2 miles westward of the rock, in the position of the bank. The eastern side is steep-to. In the vicinity of the rock, there was much discoloured water caused by sulphurous gas bubbles rising to the surface. On the bank, the bottom was clearly visible, and consisted of fine black cellar lava, like volcanic cinder, with patches of white sand and rock. Numerous sperm whales were seen in the vicinity.

      But that edition was not published until 1969.

      This story began in 1962.

       MAP

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       EPIGRAPH

      And when with grief you see your brother stray, Or in a night of error lose his way, Direct his wandering and restore the day. To guide his steps afford your kindest aid, And gently pity whom you can’t persuade: Leave to avenging Heaven his stubborn will, For, O, remember, he’s your brother still.

      JONATHAN SWIFT

       ONE

      I heard of the way my brother died on a wet and gloomy afternoon in London. The sky was overcast and weeping and it became dark early that day, much earlier than usual. I couldn’t see the figures I was checking, so I turned on the desk light and got up to close the curtains.

      I stood for a moment watching the rain leak from the plane trees on the Embankment, then looked over the mistshrouded Thames. I shivered slightly, wishing I could get out of this grey city and back to sea under tropic skies. I drew the curtain decisively, closing out the gloom.

      The telephone rang.

      It was Helen, my brother’s widow, and she sounded hysterical. ‘Mike, there’s a man here – Mr Kane – who was with Mark when he died. I think you’d better see him.’ Her voice broke. ‘I can’t take it, Mike.’

      ‘All right, Helen; shoot him over. I’ll be here until five-thirty – can he make it before then?’

      There was a pause and an