Mightier Than the Sword (Clifton Chronicles Series #5)

Mightier Than the Sword (Clifton Chronicles Series #5)

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With more than 2 million copies in print, the Clifton Chronicles has taken #1 worldwide bestselling author Jeffrey Archer to a whole new level. And the saga continues. . .

Bestselling novelist Harry Clifton's on a mission to free a fellow author who's imprisoned in Siberia-even if doing so puts Harry's own life, and life's work, in danger. Meanwhile

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With more than 2 million copies in print, the Clifton Chronicles has taken #1 worldwide bestselling author Jeffrey Archer to a whole new level. And the saga continues. . .

Bestselling novelist Harry Clifton's on a mission to free a fellow author who's imprisoned in Siberia-even if doing so puts Harry's own life, and life's work, in danger. Meanwhile, his wife Emma, chairman of Barrington Shipping, is facing the repercussions of an IRA bombing on the Buckingham. Some board members feel she should resign. Others will stop at nothing to ensure the Clifton family's fall from grace. In London, Harry and Emma's son, Sebastian, is quickly making a name for himself at Farthing's Bank. He's also just proposed to a beautiful young American, Samantha. But the despicable Adrian Sloane is only interested in one thing: Sebastian's ruin.

Sir Giles Barrington, now a minister of the Crown, looks set for even higher office-until a diplomatic failure in Berlin threatens his prospects. Once again it appears that Giles's political career is thrown off balance by none other than his old adversary, Major Alex Fisher. But who will win the election this time? And at what cost?

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2014-12-06
The fifth of Archer's Clifton Chronicles begins with a bang before heading on to only slightly less explosive ground as Archer examines his fictional clan's financial, political and personal contretemps in the 1960s. Emma Barrington Clifton's family company, Barrington Shipping, has launched the luxury liner MV Buckingham, but her arch enemy, Don Pedro Martinez, an Argentinian gangster and Nazi sympathizer, hires the Irish Republican Army to sabotage its maiden voyage. Husband Harry foils the dastardly deed by noticing an irregular royal signature. Later, son Sebastian discovers banking fraud perpetrated against his mentor Cedric Hardcastle's prosperous London bank, Farthings. Sebastian subsequently earns multiple pounds sterling but alienates his fiancee, Samantha, an American diplomat's daughter. Sir Giles Barrington, Emma's brother, has political woes, some self-inflicted; he goes all love-at-first-sight with Karin Pengelly, an East German interpreter with an English father. Concurrently, Harry lobbies to free Anatoly Babakov, Russian English-language interpreter and author of an exposé of Stalin. That adventure concludes in Leningrad with Harry arrested and put on "show trial." Meanwhile, Emma's in court defending herself against libel charges brought by vile former sister-in-law Lady Virginia. There's a hole or two—Sebastian's 180-degree character turn, Harry's show trial getting no international press—but Archer packs a plot with thrills and chills enough for readers to keep turning the pages, saying What's gonna happen next? Characters shop Harrods, pop champagne corks, dine at the right clubs and enjoy a cameo appearance by real-life Prime Minister Harold Macmillan. When Lady Virginia's stalking horse, Alex Fisher, exits stage left, the cast adds deep-pocketed Turkish financier Hakim Bishara, son of a carpet merchant and a prostitute, who (materially) appreciates the Clifton anti-snob mindset. Expect once more unto the breach: The conclusion's a turbo-charged cliffhanger that'll have fans screaming Arrrcherr!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781250034496
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
12/01/2015
Series:
Clifton Chronicles Series , #5
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
544
Sales rank:
238,533
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.30(d)

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Mightier Than the Sword

The Clifton Chronicles Volume Five


By Jeffrey Archer

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Jeffrey Archer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-03451-9



CHAPTER 1

"Hrh," mumbled Harry as he came out of a drowsy half-sleep. He sat up with a start and switched on his bedside light, then slipped out of bed and walked quickly across to the vase of lilies. He read the message from the Queen Mother for a second time. Thank you for a memorable day in Bristol. I do hope my second home has a successful maiden voyage. It was signed, HRH Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother.

"Such a simple mistake," said Harry. "How could I have missed it?" He grabbed his dressing gown and switched on the cabin lights.

"Is it time to get up already?" inquired a sleepy voice.

"Yes it is," said Harry. "We've got a problem."

Emma squinted at her bedside clock. "But it's only just gone three," she protested, looking across at her husband, who was still staring intently at the lilies. "So what's the problem?"

"HRH isn't the Queen Mother's title."

"Everyone knows that," said Emma, still half asleep.

"Everyone except the person who sent these flowers. Why didn't they know that the correct way to address the Queen Mother is as Her Majesty, not Her Royal Highness. That's how you address a princess."

Emma reluctantly got out of bed, padded across to join her husband, and studied the card for herself.

"Ask the captain to join us immediately," said Harry. "We need to find out what's in that vase," he added, before falling to his knees.

"It's probably only water," said Emma, reaching out a hand.

Harry grabbed her wrist. "Look more closely, my darling. The vase is far too big for something as delicate as a dozen lilies. Call the captain," he repeated, with more urgency this time.

"But the florist could just have made a mistake."

"Let's hope so," Harry said as he began to walk toward the door. "But it's not a risk we can afford to take."

"Where are you going?" asked Emma as she picked up the phone.

"To wake Giles. He has more experience with explosives than I do. He spent two years of his life planting them at the feet of advancing Germans."

When Harry stepped into the corridor he was distracted by the sight of an elderly man disappearing in the direction of the grand staircase. He was moving far too quickly for an old man, Harry thought. He knocked firmly on Giles's cabin door, but it took a second demanding bang with his clenched fist before a sleepy voice said, "Who's that?"

"Harry."

The urgency in his voice caused Giles to jump out of bed and open the door immediately. "What's the problem?"

"Come with me," said Harry without explanation.

Giles pulled on his dressing gown and followed his brother-in-law down the corridor and into the stateroom.

"Good morning, sis," he said to Emma, as Harry handed him the card and said, "HRH."

"Got it," said Giles after studying the card. "The Queen Mother couldn't have sent the flowers. But if she didn't, then who did?" He bent down and took a closer look at the vase. "Whoever it was could have packed an awful lot of Semtex in there."

"Or a couple of pints of water," said Emma. "Are you sure you're not both worrying about nothing?"

"If it's water, why are the flowers already wilting?" asked Giles as Captain Turnbull knocked on the door before walking into the cabin.

"You asked to see me, chairman?"

Emma began to explain why her husband and her brother were both on their knees.

"There are four SAS officers on board," said the captain, interrupting the chairman. "One of them ought to be able to answer any questions Mr. Clifton might have."

"I presume it's no coincidence that they're on board," said Giles. "I can't believe they all decided to take a holiday in New York at the same time."

"They're on board at the request of the cabinet secretary," replied the captain. "But Sir Alan Redmayne assured me it was just a precautionary measure."

"As usual, that man knows something we don't," said Harry.

"Then perhaps it's time to find out what it is."

The captain stepped out of the cabin and made his way quickly down the corridor, stopping only when he reached cabin 119. Colonel Scott-Hopkins responded to the knock on the door far more quickly than Giles had done a few minutes earlier.

"Do you have a bomb-disposal expert in your team?"

"Sergeant Roberts. He was with the bomb squad in Palestine."

"I need him now, in the chairman's stateroom."

The colonel wasted no time asking why. He ran along the corridor and out onto the grand staircase to find Captain Hartley charging toward him.

"I've just spotted Liam Doherty coming out of the lavatory in the first-class lounge."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. He went in as a peer of the realm, and came out twenty minutes later as Liam Doherty. He then headed down to cabin class."

"That may explain everything," said Scott-Hopkins as he continued down the staircase with Hartley only a pace behind. "What's Roberts's cabin number?" he asked on the run.

"Seven four two," said Hartley as they hurdled across the red chain onto the narrower staircase. They didn't stop until they reached deck seven, where Corporal Crann stepped out of the shadows.

"Has Doherty passed you within the last few minutes?"

"Damn," said Crann. "I knew I'd seen that bastard swaggering up the Falls Road. He went into seven zero six."

"Hartley," said the colonel as he charged on down the corridor, "you and Crann keep an eye on Doherty. Make sure he doesn't leave his cabin. If he does, arrest him." The colonel banged on the door of cabin 742. Sergeant Roberts didn't need a second knock. He opened the door within seconds, and greeted Colonel Scott-Hopkins with "Good morning, sir," as if his commanding officer regularly woke him in the middle of the night, dressed in his pajamas.

"Grab your tool kit, Roberts, and follow me. We haven't a moment to waste," said the colonel, once again on the move.

It took Roberts three flights of stairs before he caught up with his commanding officer. By the time they reached the stateroom corridor, Roberts knew which of his particular skills the colonel required. He dashed into the chairman's cabin, and peered closely at the vase for a moment before slowly circling it.

"If it's a bomb," he said finally, "it's a big one. I can't begin to guess the number of lives that will be lost if we don't defuse the bugger."

"But can you do it?" asked the captain, sounding remarkably calm.

"Because if you can't, my first responsibility is for the lives of my passengers. I don't need this trip to be compared with another disastrous maiden voyage."

"I can't do a damn thing unless I can get my hands on the control panel. It has to be somewhere else on the ship," said Roberts, "probably quite near by."

"In his lordship's cabin would be my bet," said the colonel, "because we now know that it was occupied by an IRA bomber called Liam Doherty."

"Does anyone know which cabin he was in?" asked the captain.

"Number three," said Harry, recalling the old man who had been moving a little too quickly. "Just along the corridor."

The captain and the sergeant ran out of the room and into the corridor, followed by Scott-Hopkins, Harry, and Giles. The captain opened the cabin door with his passkey and stood aside to let Roberts in. The sergeant walked quickly across to a large trunk in the middle of the room. He tentatively raised the lid and peered inside.

"Christ, it's due to detonate in eight minutes and thirty-nine seconds."

"Can't you just disconnect one of those?" asked Captain Turnbull, pointing to a myriad different colored wires.

"Yes, but which one," said Roberts, not looking up at the captain as he cautiously separated the red, black, blue, and yellow wires. "I've worked on this type of device many times before. It's always a one-in-four chance, and that's not a risk I'm willing to take. I might consider it if I were on my own in the middle of a desert," he added, "but not on a ship in the middle of the ocean with hundreds of lives at risk."

"Then let's drag Doherty up here posthaste," suggested Captain Turnbull. "He'll know which wire to cut."

"I doubt it," said Roberts, "because I suspect Doherty isn't the bomber. They'll have a sparks on board to do that job, and God knows where he is."

"We're running out of time," the colonel reminded them, as he stared at the second hand's relentless progress. "Seven minutes, three, two, one ..."

"So, Roberts, what do you advise?" asked the captain calmly.

"You're not going to like this, sir, but there's only one thing we can do given the circumstances. And even that's one hell of a risk, remembering we're down to less than seven minutes."

"Then spit it out, man," rapped the colonel.

"Pick the fucking thing up, throw it overboard, and pray."

Harry and Giles ran back to the chairman's suite and took up positions on either side of the vase. There were several questions that Emma, who was now dressed, wanted to ask, but like any sensible chairman she knew when to remain silent.

"Lift it gently," said Roberts. "Treat it like a bowl full of boiling water."

Like two weight lifters, Harry and Giles crouched down and slowly raised the heavy vase from the table until they were both standing upright. Once they were confident they had it firmly in their grasp they moved sideways across the cabin toward the open door. Scott-Hopkins and Roberts quickly removed any obstacles in their path.

"Follow me," said the captain, as the two men stepped into the corridor and edged their way slowly towards the grand staircase. Harry couldn't believe how heavy the vase was. Then he remembered the giant of a man who'd carried it into the cabin. No wonder he hadn't hung around for a tip. He was probably on his way back to Belfast by now, or sitting by a radio somewhere waiting to hear the fate of the Buckingham, and how many passengers had lost their lives.

Once they reached the bottom of the grand staircase, Harry began to count out loud as the two of them mounted each step. Sixteen steps later, he stopped to catch his breath, while the captain and the colonel held open the swing doors that led out onto the sundeck, Emma's pride and joy.

"We need to go as far aft as possible," said the captain. "That will give us a better chance of avoiding any damage to the hull." Harry didn't look convinced. "Don't worry, it's not too far now."

How far is not too far, wondered Harry, who would happily have dumped the vase straight over the side. But he said nothing as they progressed inch by inch toward the stern.

"I know just how you feel," said Giles, reading his brother-in-law's thoughts.

They continued their snail-like progress past the swimming pool, the deck tennis court, and the sun loungers, neatly laid out in readiness for the sleeping guests to appear later that morning. Harry tried not to think how much time they had left before ...

"Two minutes," said Sergeant Roberts unhelpfully, checking his watch.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the rail at the stern of the ship. It was only a few paces away, but, like conquering Everest, he knew the last few feet were going to be the slowest.

"Fifty seconds," said Roberts as they came to a halt at the waist-high rail.

"Do you remember when we threw Fisher into the river at the end of term?" said Giles.

"Could I ever forget?"

"So on the count of three, let's throw him into the ocean and be rid of the bastard once and for all," said Giles.

"One—" both men swung their arms back, but only managed a few inches, "two—" perhaps a couple more, "three—" as far as they could get, and then, with all the strength left in their bodies, they hurled the vase up into the air and over the back rail. As it came down, Harry was convinced it would land on the deck, or at best hit the rail, but it cleared it by a few inches, and landed in the sea with a faint splash. Giles raised his arms in triumph, and shouted "Hallelujah!"

Seconds later, the bomb exploded, hurling them both back across the deck.

CHAPTER 2

Kevin Rafferty had switched on the For Hire sign the moment he saw Martinez step out of his house on Eaton Square. His orders couldn't have been clearer. If the client attempted to make a run for it, he was to assume he had no intention of making the second payment owed for the bombing of the Buckingham, and should be punished accordingly.

The original order had been sanctioned by the area commander of the IRA in Belfast. The only modification the area commander had agreed to was that Kevin could select which of Don Pedro Martinez's two sons should be eliminated. However, as both Diego and Luis had already fled to Argentina, and clearly had no intention of returning to England, Don Pedro himself was the only candidate available for the chauffeur's particular version of Russian roulette.

"Heathrow," said Martinez as he climbed into the taxi. Rafferty drove out of Eaton Square and headed down Sloane Street in the direction of Battersea Bridge, ignoring the noisy protests coming from behind him. At four in the morning, with rain still pelting down, he only passed a dozen cars before he crossed the bridge. A few minutes later he pulled up outside a deserted warehouse in Lambeth. Once he was certain there was no one around, he jumped out of the taxi, quickly undid the rusty padlock on the building's outer door, and drove inside. He swung the cab around, ready for a fast getaway once the job had been completed.

Rafferty bolted the door and switched on the naked, dust-covered lightbulb that hung from a beam in the center of the room. He removed a gun from an inside pocket before returning to the taxi. Although he was half Martinez's age, and twice as fit as he had ever been, he couldn't afford to take any risks. When a man thinks he's about to die, the adrenalin begins to pump and he can become superhuman in a final effort to survive. Besides, Rafferty suspected this wasn't the first time Martinez had faced the possibility of death. But this time it was no longer going to be simply a possibility.

He opened the back door of the taxi and waved the gun at Martinez to indicate that he should get out.

"This is the money I was bringing to you," Martinez insisted, holding up the bag.

"Hoping to catch me at Heathrow, were you?" If it was the full amount, Rafferty knew he would have no choice but to spare his life.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds?"

"No, but there's over twenty-three thousand. Just a down payment, you understand. The rest is back at the house, so if we head back—"

The chauffeur knew that the house in Eaton Square, along with Martinez's other assets, had been repossessed by the bank. Martinez had clearly hoped to make it to the airport before the IRA discovered he had no intention of fulfilling his side of the bargain.

Rafferty grabbed the bag and threw it on the backseat of the taxi. He'd decided to make Martinez's death somewhat more protracted than originally planned. After all, he had nothing else to do for the next hour.

He waved the gun in the direction of a wooden chair that had been placed directly below the lightbulb. It was already splattered with dried blood from previous executions. He pushed his victim down with considerable force, and before Don Pedro had a chance to react, he had tied his arms behind his back, but then he'd carried out this particular exercise several times before. Finally he tied Martinez's legs together, then stood back to admire his handiwork.

All Rafferty had to decide now was how long the victim would be allowed to live. His only constraint being, he had to be at Heathrow in time to catch the early morning flight to Belfast. He checked his watch. He always enjoyed seeing that look on the victim's face when they believed there still might be a chance of survival.

He returned to the taxi, unzipped Martinez's bag, and counted the bundles of crisp five-pound notes. At least he'd told the truth about that, even if he was more than £226,000 short. He zipped the bag back up and locked it in the boot. After all, Martinez would no longer have any use for it.

The area commander's orders were clear: once the job had been completed he was to leave the body in the warehouse and another operative would deal with its disposal. The only thing required of Rafferty was to make a phone call and deliver the message, "Package ready for collection." After that, he was to drive to the airport and leave the taxi, and the money, on the top level of the long-term car park. Another operative would be responsible for collecting it and distributing the cash.

Rafferty returned to Don Pedro, whose eyes had never left him. If the chauffeur had been given the choice, he would have shot him in the stomach, then waited a few minutes until the screaming died down, before firing a second bullet into his groin. More screaming, probably louder, until he finally forced the gun into his mouth. He would stare into his victim's eyes for several seconds and then, without warning, pull the trigger. But that would have meant three shots. One might go unnoticed, but three would undoubtedly attract attention in the middle of the night. So he would obey the area commander's orders. One shot, and no screaming.

The chauffeur smiled at Don Pedro, who looked up hopefully, until he saw the gun heading toward his mouth.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

JEFFREY ARCHER was educated at Oxford University. He has served five years in Britain's House of Commons and twenty-two years in the House of Lords. All of his novels and short story collections—including Be Careful What You Wish For, Best Kept Secret, Sins of the Father, and Only Time Will Tell—have been international bestselling books. Archer is married with two sons and lives in London and Cambridge.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
London and the Old Vicarage, Grantchester
Date of Birth:
April 15, 1940
Education:
Attended Brasenose College, Oxford, 1963-66. Received a diploma in sports education from Oxford Institute

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Mightier than the Sword 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 69 reviews.
DeborahMO More than 1 year ago
This series, the Clifton Chronicles, is simply the best.  At the end of each book I hated it to end.  If you haven't read them yet, get them all now and read one after the othe.  I read on a Nook device and if you do too, the previous books are $2.99 which is an amazing value.  I would envy you the opportunity to read one after another.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the series. It is frustrating to have to wait another year for the outcome.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always glad t read the continuing chronicles of these well thought out characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading the first five books in five days! My house is a mess, but it was worth it! Cannot wait until February 2016 for number six! I am totally in love with the characters and story lines in Mr. Archer's books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wish I had known before I read 371 pages that just before they give the verdict of the trial, the book ends with no ending and you have to wait a year for the story to continue!! Very disapointed!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed reading this book very much, it is definitely a turn pager. Never sure what is going to happen with the characters which keeps the reader interested. Can't wait for the next book in this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I first read the first book of The Clifton Chronicles, the reports were this was a five book arc. Without any qualms about spoilers, IMHO, we are looking at at least one more in the series, for like the other four, Archer has left us "hanging". We've now reached the 70s with money the ultimate goal. It determines who wins and who loses, who is deserving and who is not, and just which one we should be cheering for. This is not the strongest book in the series. In an attempt to educate non political historians, we get a fast paced biography, an inside look at banking and finacial corruption, and just how Archer felt about Cold War Russia. And as interesting as that is...what's Harry got to do with that except by his brilliance, he gets even in a great plot twist! Emma's still fighting the glass staircase, Seb's lost Sam to money( which is the worst turn in the series) and I thought that was not a strong storyline at the least, but more a "throwaway" that just irked me. And, if Virginia opens her mouth one more time......
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very disappointing. The story did not captivate the reader. Mr. Archer you should have called it quits after the first four chronicles. I will not be reading the next .
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I have just finished reading book 5 of THEORY CLIFTON series and have already ordered the next book in the series . These books have followed the journey of two families from one region in Britain that could not be more diverse but the two boys, Giles and Harry create the cement that runs through the stories and provide us with some first class reading . Drama, humor, love, suspense and some truly nasty characters provided me with many hours of wonderful reading. I am on to the latest book now.
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VioletL More than 1 year ago
Exceptional, entertainment at it's best!
tedfeit0 More than 1 year ago
The Clifton Chronicles were originally planned to be five novels. Since this book is number five, the series has been expanded to seven (and counting). So this latest volume continues the saga of the Clifton and Barrington clans and their assorted problems and successes. Frankly, I’m not so sure it is a tale worth telling, however well written it is. The machinations of Lady Virginia and Major Fisher continue to plague Emma and Seb in their respective roles as Chairman of Barrington Shipping and up-and-coming banker. And Emma’s husband, mystery writer Harry Clifton, takes on the Soviet regime to free a jailed author of a banned novel when he becomes President of English PEN. Then there is Seb’s relationship with Alex, which presents the reader with a side issue. All in all it is not a very exciting story, certainly less than the level of and possibly merely a rehash of already established features in former novels in the series. Perhaps, it might be generous to say that these are developments arising from the past. But this reader became tired reading the all-too-familiar comments and scheming of the various characters. The only really interesting part of the book (possible spoiler alert) was the section where Harry attempts to obtain the only known copy of the banned book in Leningrad (St. Petersburg), followed by his arrest and jailing. And finally, this reader failed to understand why the banned book caused such consternation to begin with when all the facts were known. As it may be, as already noted, Mr. Archer certainly can write, and provides an entertaining novel, and on that basis is recommended.
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lindasue43 More than 1 year ago
"Mightier than the Sword" was clearly intended as part of a series and unfortunately does not stand on its own strength. There are many references to the previous 4 books, and a few hints about the 6th, but this is pretty stagnant. None of the stories -- the Russian writer, Sebastian's discovery, the fate of the company -- are concluded, and I felt exploited. I don't know whether I even care about volume 6.
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