V for Vengeance (Gregory Sallust Book 5)
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'Before there was James Bond, there was Gregory Sallust.' Tina Rosenberg, Salon.com
V for Vengeance is the fifth in Dennis Wheatley's bestselling Gregory Sallust series featuring the debonair spy Gregory Sallust, a forerunner to Ian Fleming's James Bond.
France has fallen to the Nazis, and British secret agent Gregory Sallust is in Vichy, as determined as ever to overthrow the iron rule of the Third Reich. Nursed back to health by Madeleine Lavalliere, he leaves Paris just as the Germans march into the capital.
Little does he realise that there is more to Madeleine than meets the eye, and that he was destined to meet up with her once more. Together they evolve a plan which could inflict irreparable damage upon the Nazis, but one so dangerous that their escape is in no way guaranteed.
"Without a doubt, Mr. Wheatley's best espionage yarn to date." The New York Times
war I shall pay you in real money afterwards.’ Ferrière groaned, but made no protest, as the Russian poured out two more goes of cognac for Pierre and himself. Then he looked across at the Mayor with an amused smile and said: ‘Won’t you join us?’ ‘Why not?’ sighed his victim. ‘I might as well at least drink a small share of my own brandy.’ It was his final surrender, and Kuporovitch knew then that they would have no more trouble with him, at all events for the time being. When they had
the other room, where Baras mingled with his charges, making a fuss of several children who had been brought with their parents; but Gregory and Kuporovitch stood a little apart, now prey to the blackest forebodings. Even if Madeleine and Pierre had only been involved in a bus smash one or both might have been seriously injured; but there was nothing whatever they could do about it—only wait and hope. Fifty minutes drifted by, but neither Pierre nor Madeleine appeared, and there was no message
word to his companions Gregory brought their pace down to a walk. ‘It’s all right,’ he said. ‘We’ve got a few minutes’ grace anyway, and if we run we may attract the attention of some patrolling gendarme. We’ll have to hurry, though, as that fellow caused us to lose quite a bit of time.’ ‘I told you before that I thought you were leaving it a bit late,’ said Kuporovitch. ‘We’d have had ample time if we hadn’t been held up,’ Gregory replied, ‘and I fixed the time of our departure as late as
Forces, and the others congratulated him upon it. They had been in conference for about an hour, and Lacroix was giving Gregory all the information he could regarding the German preparations for the invasion of Britain, when to their consternation the alarum bell tinkled. All three of them came to their feet, and the Colonel said swiftly: ‘I have yet to give you those details, Gregory, about the arms-running and the delivery of money in Lisbon. The four stout fellows who are acting as mutes
still had no idea how he should manage the incredibly difficult feat of getting across to England; but without the least grounds for it he felt just as optimistic and cheerful as he had felt pessimistic and depressed before he and Kuporovitch had landed on Henri Denoual’s island. Perhaps that was partly due to the splendid break he had had in picking up Bert Wheeler in Paris, and Bert’s then having fixed the journey from Lille to Bruges with Gilleron for him. But he somehow had a definite hunch