On Secret Service

On Secret Service

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by John Jakes

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Following the lives of two couples separated by war and conflicting allegiances, the author of the New York Times bestselling North and South trilogy chronicles the Civil War from its onset to Lincoln's assassination.


Following the lives of two couples separated by war and conflicting allegiances, the author of the New York Times bestselling North and South trilogy chronicles the Civil War from its onset to Lincoln's assassination.

Editorial Reviews

Patricia Cornwell
Barnes & Noble Guide to New Fiction
Best-selling author Jakes returns with his first Civil War novel in more than a decade.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The author of the bestselling North and South trilogy remains in familiar territory as his latest sweeping historical novel retells the story of the Civil War, and also examines specific aspects of espionage, the development of the Secret Service and the controversies surrounding the Lincoln presidency and assassination. The chaos and drama of romantic love, also figure in the saga, centering on two young couples: Lon Price, a fledgling member of the newly founded Pinkerton agency, encounters beautiful actress Margaret Miller while investigating the secessionist movement, and Confederate lieutenant Frederick Dasher suffers a largely unrequited love for Miller's friend Hanna Siegel, also an actress and a secessionist. The Price/Miller pairing is by far the more interesting of the two, especially as Jakes explores the evolution of Pinkerton's secret service and how it linked with and diverged from the government's efforts to infiltrate the Confederate Army. Most of the scenes take place in and around Washington, and Jakes spreads himself a bit thin by covering the entire war rather than focusing exclusively on a smaller number of clandestine campaigns. The author saves the best for last in dealing with Lincoln's assassination, bringing the drama to life by giving each of his protagonists a crucial role as the conspiracy unfolds with expert pacing and suspense. Jakes uncovers the little-known history of espionage and counterespionage during the War Between the States with his signature combination of meticulous research and epic narrative, once again proving himself the foremost historical novelist of our national conflict in a title marking his 50th year as a professional writer. (June) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Kirkus Reviews
Jakes's 15th historical (American Dreams, 1998, etc.) follows the Civil War through the eyes of four idealistic gentlefolk, from both sides of the Mason-Dixon Line, whose crisscrossing paths teach them that espionage is not a genteel game for amateurs but a savage battle lacking rules of engagement. Lon Price, Pinkerton Agency detective, promised his dying father he'd pursue the abolitionist cause, so he happily becomes a Union spy when Pinkerton makes his organization the North's secret service. Meanwhile, Margaret Miller, a Washington, D.C., debutante, fervently takes up the secessionist cause as an undercover courier after her unarmed father is gunned down by Union operatives. Hanna Siegal, whose father had always wished for a soldier son, binds her breasts and sneaks off to war for the Union. And Captain Fred Dasher is a West Point officer turned Confederate whose conscience chastises him for abandoning the oath he swore, in times of peace, to protect the Union. Each of these people, in his or her own way, romanticizes the war as a struggle of principle—until experience cruelly challenges their perspectives: Lon's, for example, when his partner is shot dead in a row over a toothpick. The characters are left to find their ways through times ruled not always by their own celebrated principles but by the terrors of a bloody and brutal war. Further challenges to their principles come when love—first between Union Lon and Confederate Margaret—weakens their resolve to maintain the ideological and geographical boundaries they once fought so hard to erect. An absorbing study of how human affairs stubbornly fall outside the simplistic categories of "right"and"wrong," but probably best suited to those with a yen for Civil War and early Secret Service history.

From the Publisher
On Secret Service draws you back into the Civil War and the wrenching days preceding Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. The factual details are simply astonishing: You walk the muddy streets, smell the acrid smoke of battlefields, and experience firsthand the inner workings of a vast conspiracy.” –Patricia Cornwell

“The author saves the best for last in dealing with Lincoln’s assassination, bringing the drama to life by giving each of his protagonists a crucial role as the conspiracy unfolds with expert pacing and suspense. Jakes uncovers the little-known history of espionage and counterespionage during the War Between the States with his signature combination of meticulous research and epic narrative.” –Publishers Weekly

“Gripping, exciting, and historically accurate…a very good book.” –Library Journal

“An absorbing study of how human affairs stubbornly fall outside the simplistic categories of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’…” –Kirkus Reviews

“John Jakes has written another fine historical novel about his favorite period—The Civil War…Jakes is a wonderful storyteller, mixing fiction with fact and capturing the feel and flavor of that turbulent time.” –The Sunday Oklahoman

“Perhaps no author has made popularized American history more his own province than John Jakes…[He] does the invaluable service of any historical writer in transforming history’s dusty pages into a living account. An excellent job of conveying the horror of that war now dimmed by the passage of the years.” –Jacksonville Times-Union

“[Jakes] gets the big story right, while writing in a clear style, keeping the narrative moving briskly from cliff-hanger to cliff-hanger, serving up portions of steamy sex in between, and offering us plenty of heroes and heroines to admire and several villains to hate. Even a deep-dyed Civil War buff…will find himself turning the pages to see what happens next.” –Civil War Book Review

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Part One (Detectives)
Chapter 1. January 1861
"We must be near Galena already," Lon said with a look at the closed door of the baggage car. "Nothing's happened."
"Wait," his partner said. Sledge sat on a crated shipment, legs stuck out, the payroll bag between his heels. His boots were dirty and scarred. Lon's were spotless except for a few streaks of slush. Around the office they called him Gentleman Lon because of his manners and neatness. He out-Englished the English operatives, of which there were several.
The Chicago & Galena express was traveling northwest, toward Dubuque across the Mississippi. Adams Express paid almost four hundred dollars a month to rent space in the line's baggage cars. Its competitor, American Express, had similar arrangements, necessary because trains were favorite targets of thieves, and their routes crossed the territories of a legion of sheriffs who were crooks, bunglers, or both. Lon Price's agency had contracts with both express companies and a group of six rail lines who together put up ten thousand dollars a year for protection for their real estate and rolling stock.
Lon and his partner were replacing a regular guard because of a robbery attempt on the same train at the same time last month. The attempt failed; the inept holdup men had blocked the track with a flimsy barrier of barn siding. The engineer had smashed the locomotive right through without stopping. The boss had tried to persuade the Chicago & Galena to ship its next Dubuque payroll by another train, at another time, but management lived by schedules and timetables. So here they were, rolling through the winter night, waiting.
Lon blew on his hands. The car was frigid even though he could see flames in the small stove. The flue pipe went out through the solid wall at the head of the car. Near the stove, the railway mail clerk sat on a stool with his elbows on the counter. All his mail was sorted in pigeonholes and he appeared to be dozing. The clerk struck Lon as suspiciously furtive. Careful observation was a habit the boss demanded.
From his left pocket Lon took a well-thumbed book. Sledge Greenglass, whose given name was Philo, worked his gold-plated toothpick in a crevice in his teeth. Where Lon was fair and broad-shouldered, but otherwise slight, Sledge was taller, heavier, with curly black hair and perhaps an Italian or Greek ancestor. He was ten to fifteen years older than Lon.
"What's that?" Sledge said with a nod at the book.
"The latest by Charles Dickens. The latest novel published here, I mean. There's a new serial running in England, Great Expectations. Dickens is my favorite writer after Edgar Poe." Lon showed the book's spine.
"A Tale of Two Cities. Invite him over, maybe he'll write A Tale of Two Countries."
Sledge's sarcasm was justified. The Union was collapsing. Five days before Christmas, South Carolina had passed its ordinance of secession, and other Southern states were following-Mississippi, Florida, and Alabama last week. The commander of the Army garrison in Charleston had shifted his men to Fort Sumter in the harbor, and Star of the West, lame-duck President Buck Buchanan's relief ship carrying reinforcements, had already been turned back by Charleston harbor defenses. The problem would confront the President-elect, whom Lon had met once in Chicago. He was a downstate lawyer who had for a while represented the Illinois Central. Lon wondered if such a peculiar, ugly man could do anything to save the country from war.
The locomotive whistled mournfully. The train creaked and rattled around a bend. Three oil lamps hanging from the ceiling swayed and smoked. The car reeked of old cigars. Lon read half a page, then read it twice more. He shut the book and made a face.
Sledge said, "Nervous?"
"Some. I've only been at this for a couple of years. Do you ever get used to the danger?"
They noticed the mail clerk watching. Sledge lowered his voice. "Been a copper nearly thirteen years, since I joined the New York force." Sledge and the agency's senior operative, Tim Webster, a former police sergeant, had been assigned to guard the Crystal Palace exhibition in 1853. The boss had met them, liked them, and hired them away.
Sledge continued, "I been shot at, knifed, mauled in the line of duty maybe a dozen times. And no, I'm not used to it. But even if they hit us tonight, I wouldn't worry too much. Holdup men aren't only crooked, most of them are stupid. Look how they mucked up last time. The rule is, no matter how scared you are, no matter what your belly's telling you, keep it hid and always give back more than you take. That's how you stay alive. That's how you win."
Lon Price mostly liked his more experienced partner, but not this kind of talk. "We're supposed to be professional operatives, not roughneck detectives." In fact the boss forbade the use of the word detective in his presence.
"Oh, I forgot," Sledge said with his familiar mockery. "You grew up with a preacher in a preacher's house. All hymns, holiness, heaven and hallelujah."
"Listen, Sledge. My father was a good man. He cut his life short trying to help Negroes escape to Canada. He was even shot once by slave-catchers. You can say anything you want about me but keep still about him."
"Sorry. Forgot my manners. Police work slaps 'em out of you pretty fast."
Lon was silent. Sledge changed the subject. "Think those Southron hotheads will start a war?"
"I hope not. They can't be allowed to destroy the Union. They can't go on enslaving an entire race and breaking up families for profit. The Negroes have got to be free."
"And then we'll all invite a few of them to our parlors for tea? Like they was white? I doubt it."
"Damn it, Sledge, that doesn't-"
Sledge shot his hand up for silence. He eyed the car ceiling. Lon heard faint thumps, moving toward the blind end of the car next to the tender. "Someone's up there."
Sledge turned back his coat and put a hand on the butt of the shiny new Remington .36-caliber stuck in his belt. Lon carried a smaller Colt, a .31-caliber pocket pistol, a city weapon; a gentleman's gun. "Bastards are already on the train," Sledge said. "Sons of bitches bought their own tickets."
He ran to the wide door and slid it open. Icy wind blew in, and a few snowflakes. Outside, snow-covered fields flashed by, lit by the moon. Trees by the right-of-way slashed the side of the car like whips. Sledge hung on and leaned out, trying to see whoever was clambering down over the tender to force the engineer to stop the train. Someone else would uncouple the rest of the cars, and the engineer would pull the train a mile or so ahead, where the baggage car would be looted.
In the corner of his eye Lon saw the clerk open a drawer. "Sledge, watch out!" The Colt .31 snagged in the lining of Lon's pocket. The clerk pulled a revolver from the drawer and pointed it at Sledge's embroidered vest.
"You stand still. I mean it." The car was freezing, the wind moaning and tossing snowflakes in, yet the clerk's pale face ran with sweat. "Put your hands in the air."
Sledge obeyed. "They bought themselves a worm inside," he sneered. Lon freed the pocket Colt. He stood with his left side toward the clerk, who was so nervous he either missed the movement of Lon's right arm or didn't know what to do about it. Lon heard a noise to his right, the door at the rear of the car. He wheeled, gun in hand. A lanky man in a black, floppy hat and long, fur-collared coat stepped inside with a drawn revolver.
"All over, boys. Get their pieces, Vernon."
The clerk stayed at arm's length as he pulled Sledge's Remington from his belt. Sledge looked mad enough to bite the clerk's
arm off. Visibly trembling, the clerk turned around toward Lon. Sledge threw an arm around the clerk's neck and pulled him against his chest as the other man fired. In the next coach passengers screamed.
Sledge was a hair faster than the gunman, shoving the clerk forward and dropping to the floor. The gunman's round killed the clerk instantly. He fell on his side near the open door. The train curved into another bend, losing speed. The ceiling lanterns swayed, flinging shadows across the walls. Lon turned right to present a narrow target. He shot the older gunman a second before the gunman could fire.
Lon's round went low, catching the gunman in his middle. He fell face forward. His revolver spun away out of his hand. It landed a foot and a half from his spread fingers.
The cries and shouts from the day coach were louder. The drive wheels shrieked on the rails. Even if the man in the cab had the engineer and fireman at bay, he wouldn't know what the shots meant. The gunman on the floor made whimpering sounds. His hat had fallen off, revealing long, stringy, gray hair and a sizable bald spot. To Lon, recently turned twenty-three, he looked old and somehow pitiable.
Lon moved to pick up the man's revolver but turned around when Sledge snarled, "Goddam. Bet there's just two of them-two, and this slug." He shoved the clerk with his scuffed boot; the body dropped out the door. "You need four or five to pull a train robbery. I told you holdup men are stupid." Sledge peered past Lon. "For Christ's sake, shoot that one."
"Why? He's down." Sledge reached out with his revolver and fired past Lon, planting his bullet in the middle of the robber's forehead, a third eye. The dead man had grasped the butt of his gun before Sledge got him.
In his two years with the agency Lon had only been in one other shooting scrape, and he shook as much now as he had then. Sledge hung from the door of the car and shouted. "Hey, you, jackass! You up there in the cab. Both your pals are dead. They're dead, get that?"
The baggage car moved over a level crossing with a lamplit farmhouse nearby. The shouted reply was faint but clear because the locomotive had slowed down. "Who is that?"
"Operative Greenglass of the Pinkerton agency. You know, the Eye. There's two of us and one of you. The clerk and the old man are goners. You better get off and save yourself."
"We should take him into custody," Lon said.
"How? Time I climb up there, he's liable to kill the driver or the fireman. And I'll be a fine target in the moonlight."
"I'm willing to try it."
Sledge gave him a sharp look. "I think you would. You're a damn polite fellow, but you've got sand." He leaned out the door again. "Jackass? Listen here!"
The locomotive and train had stopped. Sledge's shout was followed by a heavy, slamming sound. A moment later they heard the engineer:
"Feeny brained him with his shovel. He's out."
Sledge stepped back in the car and laughed. "All accounted for, then." He picked up the canvas payroll bag. "The C-and-G boys around Dubuque will get their pay. I'd say it's a fine night's work."
"Two men are dead." Lon couldn't feel any of Sledge's pleasure.
Sledge shrugged. "Remember what the boss says. The end justifies the means if the end is justice."
"Mr. Pinkerton says a lot of things I admire, but that isn't one of them."
"Someday maybe you'll figure out that we're in a dirty line of work." Sledge walked over and clapped Lon on the shoulder. "In the meantime, we make a pretty good team."

Reprinted from On Secret Service by John Jakes by permission of E. P. Dutton, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright (c) 2000 by Raymond Benson. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

Meet the Author

John Jakes is the bestselling author of Charleston, the Kent Family Chronicles, the North and South trilogy, On Secret Service, California Gold, Homeland, and American Dreams. Descended from a soldier of the Virginia Continental Line who fought in the American Revolution, Jakes is one of today’s most distinguished authors of historical fiction.

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On Secret Service 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading the North and South trilogy, I sought out other John Jakes novels and found On Secret Service. This story gives a view of the American Civil War from an undercover, spy, perspective on both the Union and Confederate sides, equally. This view is one that is generally overlooked when studying about this war. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and especially liked how neither north nor south was favored. I felt for both sides.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this author and everything he has written. I am waiting for the Kent Family Chronicles to be made available for my Nook.
PinkyNewman More than 1 year ago
I'll come right out and say -- I LOVE JOHN JAKES!! I don't think anything he has done since The North & The South has lived up to the quality of those out of the ballpark homeruns. However, this book is very good effort. My guage for reading John Jakes is whether I can close my eyes and anticipate the TV Mini-series. On Secret Service did not disappoint me. I would have preferred a bit more description and I could see where several events could have been drawn out. Although I do have to say it was refreshing to be able to pick up a JJ book and read it in a single weekend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm a 16 year old student, and thanks to Mr. Jakes, I love history. I have enjoy all of his works, and so of course this one falls in the same category. I loved it. I liked it even better than the Kent Family chronicles. It's a great read for anyone who enjoys history and people who lived it, shaped it, or even just for those who love a good story. Check it out!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Don't be afraid of getting bogged down with military group descriptions, which though necessary in that time, tend to confuse and obscure the drama of the period. The miasma of muddy streets, unwashed people, and the daily life in Washington D.C. during the Civil War is clearly made a part of this interesting story of interactions between those pro and con on the slavery issue. A lively story, that moves rapidly, and treats sex as a part of the times, without sensationalism so often found in todays novels. A fun read indeed.
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Sansabiel More than 1 year ago
I liked his characters and the build-up to the assasination. It all seemed very authentic and I was also interested to see how the Secret Service developed. A very good book for history wonks like me.
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Bill Lueders More than 1 year ago
Very easy read, but the villans were not as cynicle as other Jakes characters.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I didn't get into the characters like in North and South, Jakes takes you through the whole civil war through the eyes of a northern spy. The book is a sweeping history of a divided country. I didn't feel the characters like the Hazards and the Mains.