Jack Higgins - A Game for Heroes

for my wife and children who know Steiner’s beach well

Cover

Title Page

Dedication for my wife and children who know Steiner’s beach well

Foreword

Epigraph Men generally die in war when they cannot help it and are defeated by a disadvantageous situation. Wu Ch’i.

Author’s Note

PROLOGUE: A Fine Morning to Die in

1: The King of the First Four Hundred

2: Now Destroy

3: A Man Called Steiner

4: A Fast Boat and a Passage by Night

5: On Dangerous Ground

6: And the Earth Moved

7: Alles ist Verrückt

8: A Land of Standing Corpses

9: The Road Gang

10: The Hand of God

11: Rough Justice

12: Storm Warning

13: Mutiny

14: The Wreck of the Pride of Hamburg

15: The Mill-Race

16: A Bell Tolls for Steiner

17: An End to Killing

About the Author

Also by Jack Higgins

Copyright

About the Publisher

FOREWORD Contents Cover Title Page Dedication for my wife and children who know Steiner’s beach well Foreword Epigraph Men generally die in war when they cannot help it and are defeated by a disadvantageous situation. Wu Ch’i. Author’s Note PROLOGUE: A Fine Morning to Die in 1: The King of the First Four Hundred 2: Now Destroy 3: A Man Called Steiner 4: A Fast Boat and a Passage by Night 5: On Dangerous Ground 6: And the Earth Moved 7: Alles ist Verrückt 8: A Land of Standing Corpses 9: The Road Gang 10: The Hand of God 11: Rough Justice 12: Storm Warning 13: Mutiny 14: The Wreck of the Pride of Hamburg 15: The Mill-Race 16: A Bell Tolls for Steiner 17: An End to Killing About the Author Also by Jack Higgins Copyright About the Publisher

At one stage in my career, I enjoyed many family holidays on the lovely island of Alderney in the English Channel Isles. Occupied by the Nazis, it was the only place in Britain which had a concentration camp and many cruel events took place there. Fascinated by all this I created a commando raid which in the book takes place during the last few weeks of the Second World War. A strong moral theme in the book queries how useful such raids ever were in the first place and what success they ever had as regards the eventual success of the Allied forces. This is a point for the reader to decide.

Men generally die in war when they cannot help it and are defeated by a disadvantageous situation.

Wu Ch’i.

Author’s Note Contents Cover Title Page Dedication for my wife and children who know Steiner’s beach well Foreword Epigraph Men generally die in war when they cannot help it and are defeated by a disadvantageous situation. Wu Ch’i. Author’s Note PROLOGUE: A Fine Morning to Die in 1: The King of the First Four Hundred 2: Now Destroy 3: A Man Called Steiner 4: A Fast Boat and a Passage by Night 5: On Dangerous Ground 6: And the Earth Moved 7: Alles ist Verrückt 8: A Land of Standing Corpses 9: The Road Gang 10: The Hand of God 11: Rough Justice 12: Storm Warning 13: Mutiny 14: The Wreck of the Pride of Hamburg 15: The Mill-Race 16: A Bell Tolls for Steiner 17: An End to Killing About the Author Also by Jack Higgins Copyright About the Publisher

The German occupation of the Channel Islands from 1940-45 is a matter of history, but the island of St Pierre exists on no map of the area to my certain knowledge, which hardly makes it necessary for me to add that all characters and incidents in this present story are fictional. No reference is made, or intended, to any living person.

J.G.

PROLOGUE

The bodies started to come in with the tide just after dawn, clustered together, bobbing in through the surf to the beach a hundred feet below my hiding place.

The bay was called Horseshoe for obvious reasons. As a boy, I had swum down there on more occasions than I could remember and there was an excellent beach when the tide was out. An inhospitable shore now though, seeded with mines and choked by barbed wire strung between rusting steel lances. No place to be, alive or dead, on a cold April morning.

It was raining slightly and visibility was not good in the dawn mist so that even Fort Victoria on its rocky point a quarter of a mile away was barely visible.

I took a cigarette from my waterproof tin, lit it and sat there watching more bodies float in, but not from any morbid curiosity. It was impossible for me to leave the shelter of those gorse bushes before nightfall. If I attempted to move in daylight, capture was certain on such a small island, especially now that my presence was known.

Five years of war had left me indifferent where death was concerned, even to its uglier aspects. The time when a body had any emotional effect was long since gone. I had seen too many of them. The fact of death was all that mattered. Down there, British and German floated together and at that distance, it was impossible to distinguish between them, which proved something.

Another wave slopped in, flinging a body high in the air, casting it farther up the beach than the others. As it landed, a mine exploded, tossing it up again, arms flailing wildly as if there was still life there. What was left was flung across the wire to hang like raw meat.

It was perhaps ten minutes later that the next one floated in, supported by a yellow life-jacket. The sea retreated with a great sucking noise, leaving the body face down. It seemed to move slightly. At first I thought I was mistaken. A trick of the light or the fact that even in shallow water, it behaved differently from the others because of the inflated life-jacket.

But I was wrong, for as the curtain of green foam slopped in again, an arm was raised to claw at air and I seemed to hear a faint cry as the man was pushed towards the wire.

For the next two or three minutes, succeeding waves failed to reach him. He lay there as if exhausted, then tried to push himself up as a great comber roiled in and flattened him. When it receded, he was still alive, but there could only be one end to the game that was being played down there.

I crouched in the shelter of the gorse bushes, waiting for something to happen. Anything that would make it unnecessary for me to play at heroes. It came from an unexpected quarter, the fold in the cliffs on my right from which a narrow track dropped to the beach.