Triple

Triple

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by Ken Follett
     
 

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As the nuclear arms race escalates in the Middle East, the Mossad, KGB, Egyptians, and Fedayeen terrorists will play out the final violent moves in a devastating game where the price of failure is nuclear holocaust...

"Masterful...first class... a grand slam home run." --Philadelphia Inquirer

"Fascinating."--Washington Post

"Sizzling…  See more details below

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As the nuclear arms race escalates in the Middle East, the Mossad, KGB, Egyptians, and Fedayeen terrorists will play out the final violent moves in a devastating game where the price of failure is nuclear holocaust...

"Masterful...first class... a grand slam home run." --Philadelphia Inquirer

"Fascinating."--Washington Post

"Sizzling."--Time

"Earth-shaking."--New York Times

* A #1 bestselling thriller by the author of The Hammer of Eden--now repackaged for a new generation of Follett fans
* Signet also publishes the classic Follett titles Night Over Water, On The Wings Of Eagles, The Key To Rebecca, Eye Of The Needle, The Man From St. Petersburg, Lie Down With Lions, and The Pillars Of The Earth

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780451163547
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
01/01/1991
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
4.24(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.96(d)

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Triple

Chapter One

The public-address system at Cairo airport made a noise like a doorbell, and then the arrival of the Alitalia flight from Milan was announced in Arabic, Italian, French and English. Towfik el-Masiri left his table in the buffet and made his way out to the observation deck. He put on his sunglasses to look over the shimmering concrete apron. The Caravelle was already down and taxiing.

Towfik was there because of a cable. It had come that morning from his "uncle" in Rome, and it had been in code. Any business could use a code for international telegrams, provided it first lodged the key to the code with the post office. Such codes were used more and more to save money—by reducing common phrases to single words—than to keep secrets. Towfik's uncle's cable, transcribed according to the registered code book, gave details of his late aunt's will. However, Towfik had another key, and the message he read was:

Observe and follow professor Friedrich Schulz arriving Cairo from Milan Wednesday 28 February 1968 for several days. Age 51 height 180 cm weight 150 pounds hair white eyes blue nationality Austrian companions wife only.

The passengers began to file out of the aircraft, and Towfik spotted his man almost immediately. There was only one tall, lean white-haired man on the flight. He was wearing a light blue suit, a white shirt and a tie, and carrying a plastic shopping bag from a duty-free store and a camera. His wife was much shorter, and wore a fashionable mini-dress and a blonde wig. As they crossed the airfield they looked about them and sniffed the warm, dry desertair the way most people did the first time they landed in North Africa.

The passengers disappeared into the arrivals hall. Towfik waited on the observation deck until the baggage came off the plane, then he went inside and mingled with the small crowd of people waiting just beyond the customs barrier.

He did a lot of waiting. That was something they did not teach you—how to wait. You learned to handle guns, memorize maps, break open safes and kill people with your bare hands, all in the first six months of the training course; but there were no lectures in patience, no exercises for sore feet, no seminars on tedium. And it was beginning to seem like There is something wrong here beginning to seem Lookout lookout beginning to

There was another agent in the crowd.

Towfik's subconscious hit the fire alarm while he was thinking about patience. The people in the little crowd, waiting for relatives and friends and business acquaintances off the Milan plane, were impatient. They smoked, shifted their weight from one foot to the other, craned their necks and fidgeted. There was a middle-class family with four children, two men in the traditional striped cotton galabiya robes, a businessman in a dark suit, a young white woman, a chauffeur with a sign saying FORD MOTOR COMPANY, and—

And a patient man.

Like Towfik, he had dark skin and short hair and wore a European-style suit. At first glance he seemed to be with the middle-class family—just as Towfik would seem, to a casual observer, to be with the businessman in the dark suit. The other agent stood nonchalantly, with his hands behind his back, facing the exit from the baggage hall, looking unobtrusive. There was a streak of paler skin alongside his nose, like an old scar. He touched it, once, in what might have been a nervous gesture, then put his hand behind his back again.

The question was, had he spotted Towfik?

Towfik turned to the businessman beside him and said, "I never understand why this has to take so long." He smiled, and spoke quietly, so that the businessman leaned closer to hear him and smiled back; and the pair of them looked like acquaintances having a casual conversation.

The businessman said, "The formalities take longer than the flight."

Towfik stole another glance at the other agent. The man stood in the same position, watching the exit. He had not attempted any camouflage. Did that mean that he had not spotted Towfik? Or was it just that he had second-guessed Towfik, by deciding that a piece of camouflage would give him away?

The passengers began to emerge, and Towfik realized there was nothing he could do, either way. He hoped the people the agent was meeting would come out before Professor Schulz.

It was not to be. Schulz and his wife were among the first little knot of passengers to come through.

The other agent approached them and shook hands.

Of course, of course.

The agent was there to meet Schulz.

Towfik watched while the agent summoned porters and ushered the Schulzes away; then he went out by a different exit to his car. Before getting in he took off his jacket and tie and put on sunglasses and a white cotton cap. Now he would not be easily recognizable as the man who had been waiting at the meeting point.

He figured the agent would have parked in a no-waiting zone right outside the main entrance, so he drove that way. He was right. He saw the porters loading the Schulz baggage into the boot of a five-year-old gray Mercedes. He drove on.

He steered his dirty Renault on to the main highway which ran from Heliopolis, where the airport was, to Cairo. He drove at 60 kph and kept to the slow lane. The gray Mercedes passed him two or three minutes later, and he accelerated to keep it within sight. He memorized its number, as it was always useful to be able to recognize the opposition's cars.

The sky began to cloud over. As he sped down the straight, palm-lined highway, Towfik considered what he had found out so far. The cable had told him nothing about Schulz except what the man looked like and the fact that he was an Austrian professor. The meeting at the airport meant a great deal, though. It had been a kind of clandestine VIP treatment. Towfik had the agent figured for a local: everything pointed to that—his clothes, his car, his style of waiting. That meant Schulz was probably here by invitation of the government, but either he or the people he had come to see wanted the visit kept secret.

Triple. Copyright © by Ken Follett. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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What People are saying about this

From the Publisher
“Highly imaginative…fascinating.” —The Washington Post
“A sizzling narrative…Follett is a master.”—Time
“A literally earth-shaking confrontation.”—The New York Times
“Masterful…first class…a grand slam home run.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer

Meet the Author

Ken Follett is the author of numerous international bestsellers, including Jackdaws, Hornet Flight, Code to Zero, Triple, Eye of the Needle, Pillars of the Earth, and A Dangerous Fortune. He lives in England.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Hertfordshire, England
Date of Birth:
June 5, 1949
Place of Birth:
Cardiff, Wales
Education:
B.A. in Philosophy, University College, London, 1970

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Triple 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is my 1st Ken Follett book, and I am EAGERLY looking forward to reading all of his others. This book was detailed about the history behind the conflict of the Palestinians and Israeli's - and while it is a serious subject, this book is highly entertaining and shows the human side to each person. It's also slyly humrous and catches you off guard. Great love story as well. One of the Best books I've ever read hands down. Highly recommended!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a big Ken Follett fan, I have read many of his books. Triple is by far one of my favorites. Our hero, Nat Dickstein, is not only someone that you root for, he's someone that you want to know personally. Definitely a page-turner - the only problem is that you don't want it to end. Full of suspense with very real characters. Even as a single mom with a two-year-old, I made time to read this one.
Rick-PA More than 1 year ago
In my opinion, this is not one of Follett's best. To me, that is like saying an Olympic athlete didn't play his best match. It is a engaging read with good characters and an involved plot. If you enjoy reading Follett then you will enjoy this book.
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Puts my co.ck in your v.ag
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Sean_From_OHIO More than 1 year ago
You can't tell the players without a scorecard and here's the scorecard. Ken Follett once again weaves and a amazingly complex story that is simple at heart. There are many sides to war and here we see a ton of them. Double cross on top of double cross as characters and motives keep popping up. It was a little slow going at first but then it really got moving. I enjoyed the many points of view and the research involved in this project. A really solid spy novel!
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I do enjoy reading his books.
VOF More than 1 year ago
Worst Follett book I have tried to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book as an application project on the five themes of geography. This book helped me understand the five themes of geography by making me look for supportive quotes. To do this I had to understand all five themes of geography. In addition, while finding the quotes the story played out very exciting spy plot, which could lead to nuclear holocaust since the clock was ticking. I was able to identify with the characters quite easily, because Ken Follett doses a great job of illustrating the characters. I am a slow reader and not the best either, yet this book was fairly easy to read. This book would be great for high school students, since I believe it is about a ninth grade reading level. The one thing I especially liked about this book was you never know where Nat will be travailing next. Also, the romantic background that is set. Or if Nat will be shot, or captured at any time. Another book I have read is Dog Song, which is about a trained killer. One more book I have read is Call of The Wild, which is a change in taste it takes place in the wilderness.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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