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This well-drawn tale of espionage is set in West Berlin, 15 years after the end of WW II. Quiller, a British agent who works without gun, cover or contacts, takes on a neo-Nazi underground organization and its war criminal leader. In the process, he discovers a complex and malevolent plot, more dangerous to the world than any crime committed during the war.

On its publication in 1966, THE QUILLER MEMORANDUM received the Edgar Award as best ...

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Overview

This well-drawn tale of espionage is set in West Berlin, 15 years after the end of WW II. Quiller, a British agent who works without gun, cover or contacts, takes on a neo-Nazi underground organization and its war criminal leader. In the process, he discovers a complex and malevolent plot, more dangerous to the world than any crime committed during the war.

On its publication in 1966, THE QUILLER MEMORANDUM received the Edgar Award as best mystery of the year.

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Publishers Weekly
Quiller fans will welcome the reissue of Adam Hall's The Quiller Memorandum, which won an Edgar Award for Best Novel in 1966. In this first in a series of 19 spy thrillers, secret agent Quiller uncovers a plot in Berlin to revive Nazi Germany. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Hall snagged the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Novel with this 1965 outing in the Quiller spy series. Here, our hero uncovers a plot by an underground group to rekindle the Nazi Party. Hall wrote 18 Quiller books in all. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780515052114
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 7/1/1979
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback

Meet the Author

Using the penname Adam Hall, British author Elleston Trevor wrote 18 popular novels chronicling the exploits of his spy, Quiller. The Quiller Memorandum (first published in 1965) earned him an Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America. In 1966, the novel became a popular movie starring George Segal. Other Trevor books that have made it to the big or small screen include Flight of the Phoenix (filmed in 1965), Quiller (The Series), and the made-for-TV movie The Penthouse

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The Quiller Memorandum


By Hall, Adam

Forge Books

Copyright © 2004 Hall, Adam
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765309686

1
 
POL
 
 
A couple of air-hostesses came in through the glass doors, crisp and pure-looking in Lufthansa uniform. They looked once at the group of pilots who stood at the soft-drinks bar and then swung on their spiked heels to preen themselves in the mirrors. The pilots turned to watch them, all of them tall, all of them blond. Nobody spoke. Another girl came in and touched her reflected hair before she turned away and studied her shining fingertips at arm's length, glancing up just once at the tall blond men, looking down again with her head tilted, admiring her spread fingers as if they were flowers.
One of the young men grinned and looked among his friends to see who would join him in an approach toward the girls, but nobody moved. A light flashed rhythmically across and across the window, coming from the airport beacon. The two girls left the mirrors, glanced again at the pilots, and then stood neatly with their feet together and their hands behind them. Everybody seemed to be waiting.
The boy who had grinned to his friends seemed to venture a step toward the hostesses, but another blocked his foot and the boy shrugged, folding his arms. Into the silence was rising the sound of a jet airliner starting up outside. This was what they had been waiting for and they all turned toward the center, looking upward, listening, all of them smiling now.
Therising sound of the aircraft was not yet very loud, so that I heard the door of the box being opened behind my chair; a wedge of light came against the wall and then went out.
Clearly visible through the big window the dorsal lamp of the airliner began winking, and the sound of the jets leveled out to an even pitch. The pilots tensed and the hostesses took a few delicate eager steps toward the doors, with their bodies turned to face the group of boys.
I was aware that someone had come into the box and was standing behind me. I did not turn my head.
Then the pilots moved in a body toward the center, and the prettiest of the girls flung out her hands and called eagerly: "Who's for the air?"
The tallest of the boys responded: "I am!" His friends chorused to the first notes of the music: "We are!"
"Who's for the sky?" sang the girls, and they were into the number.
Under cover of the music, the man sat down in the chair next to mine, shifting it at an angle so that he could face me obliquely. The glow from the stage defined one side of his head and gleamed along the side piece of his glasses.
"Windsor," he introduced himself.
"Who's for a wide blue sky-high fling?"
"We are! We're on the wing!"
"I'm sorry to break into your evening." The man spoke the kind of English that is heard only on the cold war propaganda networks, the accent unplaceable but definitely there.
"Don't apologize," I said. "This show had too good a press." I had broken a rule, and didn't care.
I had come here because tomorrow I was going home and I wanted to take away a memory, however trivial, of the New Liberal Germany that people talked so much about. The Neukomödietheater was said to be the center of fresh youthful gaiety (Süddeutsche Zeitung) where the new generation was making its breakthrough to a kind of music that had not been heard before (Der Spiegel). No one had mentioned the corn.
"What a pity you are disappointed," murmured the man, "on your last night in Berlin." He glanced down at the stage and then moved his chair back quietly. "Perhaps I can interest you by way of conversation." For a moment I had thought he was leaving, but he had sat down again. His chair was now below one of the little shaded lamps on the wall of the box, so that his face was in shadow.
I wondered who he was.
"Perhaps, Mr. Quiller," he said softly, leaning toward me, "you would care to move your chair closer, so that we can speak quietly." He added: "My name is Pol."
I did not move. "Apart from your name, Herr Pol, I don't know anything about you. I think you are making a mistake. This box was reserved for me exclusively: Number 7. Yours is possibly Number 1. The figures are sometimes confused."
The girls and boys were wheeling about the stage with their arms out like wings, swooping and diving and cleverly missing each other in what the press called an aerial ballet of intricate patterns that bespelled the eye. Now the stage lights went dim and the dancers were seen to be wearing tiny electric lamps on their hands as they wove their way about each other. I was saddened. Even the gay new generation couldn't make its breakthrough without putting on a number that unconsciously resembled an air battle.
Pol said gently: "I came to talk to you here because it is a good place. Better than a café or your hotel. I was not seen coming here, and if you would care to move your chair back we should be completely concealed, in this light."
I said: "You're mistaking me for someone else. Don't oblige me to call the usher and lodge a complaint."
He said: "Your attitude is understandable, so I won't cavil."
I moved my chair back and sat closer to him.
"All right," I said.
"Windsor" was the presently operating code word, given as a name when approaching a contact. The C Group had been in operation since the first of this month, giving us "care," "call," and "cavil." I would have cleared him provisionally on "care" alone, because he knew three things about me: my name was Quiller, my box number was 7, and this was my last night in Berlin. But I had thrown him "call" to get "cavil" simply in the hope that he wasn't a contact at all, but someone who had wandered into the wrong box and used the word "care" by chance.
I didn't want any more contacts, any more work. Six months in this field had left me sickened and I wanted England more than I had ever wanted her before.
It was no go. This was a contact.
Uncivilly I told him to explain how he had known which box I was in.
He said: "I followed you here."
"You didn't." I knew when I was being followed.
"Correct," he said.
So it had been a test for me: he had wanted to know if people could follow me about without my realizing it. I resented the trap.
"We knew that you had reserved this box," he said.
I looked down at the firefly dance on the stage. The music played softly. It took me three or four seconds. I had booked for the show by phone, asking for a box because I didn't want to sit with anyone; half my six months had been spent sitting wedged between people at the trial and I felt contaminated. This reservation had been made in the name of Schultze, so he could have gone right through the list at the box office without finding me. There was only one way.
Between us we set three quick traps and sprung them:
"So you've got access to the box office."
"Yes."
"No go. I used the name Schultze."
"We knew that."
"By tapping my phone."
He said: "Correct."
My leading trap had been set to find out if he were still testing me. He was. Otherwise he would have said, "No, we didn't go to the box office." Instead, he had trapped me back at once with the one word--"Yes"--to see if I'd spring it. I did: with "Schultze." Even then he wouldn't let me off the hook, because I had only gone halfway, telling him that I knew he would have drawn a blank at the box office. That was how they hadn't found me; he wanted me to tell him how they had. He wanted the other half: how had they known about Schultze? So I threw it for him and he took it: "Correct."
I didn't like that word. He'd used it twice. It was a schoolmaster's word. I didn't like being tested. Who did he think I was--a fresh scout just out of the training school?
Down there they'd got off their chests the aerial ballet of intricate patterns that bespelled the eye, and the footlights came on again. Under the applause I said loudly: "I don't like being put through the hoop by an unknown contact right at the bitter end of a mission and I don't like my phone being tapped. How long has it been going on?"
Blandly he said: "You tell me."
The glow from the stage seemed bright after the gloom, and I took a good look at his face. It was a round face and almost featureless. Mud-brown eyes behind schoolboy-type horn-rimmed spectacles with plain glass in them that didn't magnify even by a fraction, but good at their job since they made one bold feature for the blank face. Hair brown. Nothing to go on. If I wanted to recognize this man again I would have to watch him walk. Unnecessary. Tomorrow I'd be in England, therefore to hell with him.
I said quietly (the applause was dying away): "It hasn't been tapped for long or I'd have caught the clicks."
He began talking rapidly and softly with his hands to his face to focus the sound of his voice on my ear alone.
"I was flown out from London this morning with orders to make contact in strict hush. I wasn't allowed to go to your hotel or meet you anywhere in public, so Local Control had a difficult task. Your phone was tapped sometime before noon in the hope that we could find out your program for the day and somehow provide contact for me, and it was most fortunate that we heard you telephone for a box at the Neukomödietheater."
"Played into your hands, like a fool."
I was pleased to see his look of mild pain. I was acting the rebel. Tomorrow I was being let out of school, so tonight I could cheek whom I chose, and he was handy. Also he was a stranger and might be a top kick of some kind very high in the echelon, out here in the field to chuck his weight about incognito. If so I could be saucy and get away with it until he identified himself. The show wasn't turning out so badly after all.
He said: "This is all fully urgent."
It was the big signal, then. "Fully Urgent" was Control's phrase for covering most of the other ones from "Top Secret" through "Action at Once" to "Priority Red."
He could keep it.
"Find someone else," I said. "I'm homeward bound."
I felt better now. The big signal wasn't for monkeying with, and I'd monkeyed.
The words came softly out of his cupped hands:
"KLJ was found dead last night."
It caught me like a blow in the face, and I began sweating immediately. Years of training had kept my eyes and mouth and hands expressionless as the shock of the words hit me, and the body, denied instinctive reaction, has to do something at a time like this; so I sat facing him with calm eyes and a quiet mouth and motionless hands, and felt the sweat coming.
He said: "We want you to take his place."
 
Copyright 1965 by Jonquil Trevor


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  • Posted January 24, 2014

    One of the best of the Edgar winners

    I read The Quiller Memorandum as part of a campaign I started a few years ago to read all of the Edgar-award winning mystery novels in order. The Quiller Memorandum was definitely one of the five best so far, maybe even second best (to The Spy Who Came in from the Cold). The action is tense, the villains are menacing, the hero is almost superpowered yet engaging and convincing. Hall had a knack that many aspiring spy writers don't, of providing just enough of a reverse or double-cross to surprise the reader without going so far as to render all the action pointless (as happens in some novels). He also had a much better sense of how much violence is enough. A worthy winner and a quick and exciting read.

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  • Posted May 10, 2013

    Great, strange beginning for Quiller

    I'd always meant to read this novel after seeing the '60s film based on it, and I have to say, it's infinitely better than that film. The weird, almost anti-social voice of Quiller would probably get him labeled a computer geek now, as he makes moves against a neo-Nazi enemy like a chess player at the height of his game, working out variables and probabilities. The only disappointment is a moment of revelation near the end which means that Quiller's kept to himself something he knew all along--he has misdirected the reader. Otherwise, an entertaining beginning to the long-running series of "Quiller" novels.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2008

    Timeless

    As fresh now as when Hall first wrote it, Quiller the quintessential antihero mixes it up with the quintessential bad guys.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2004

    Hall is the BEST espionage writer

    Adam Hall does it again. He puts the unglamourous game of espionage in it's right place. Never once does he let up on the feeling of paranoia. In my opinion, Mr Hall is the best of spy writers, his character(s) are so real to life.

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