Sad Wind from the Sea
A gunrunner’s hunt for a fortune in gold leads to a life-and-death struggle in Communist China
The classic Jack Higgins thriller
Mark Hagen’s streak of bad luck left him broke, despondent, and barely able to eke out a living smuggling guns in Macao. But things begin to look up when Hagen gets a lead on a bounty of gold, lying untouched at the bottom of a lagoon in the marshes of southern China.
Unfortunately for Hagen, he’s not the only one after the sunken treasure, and the race to the gold quickly escalates into a bloody struggle for survival on the treacherous waters of the South China Sea.
to bed so that warm sunlight falling across his face awakened him at nine-thirty. Surprisingly, he felt quite refreshed although he had slept for barely four hours. He stood under a hot shower for fifteen minutes and soaked the stiffness out of his muscles and then dressed in an immaculate satin gabardine suit that some previous patron had carelessly left in the wardrobe after a visit. The suit was quite a good fit but the collar of the only reasonable shirt he could find was rather small. He
another drifter on the Macao waterfront.’ He opened the door and went out. Hagen watched him walk along to the prow where Rose was sunning herself lying on a blanket. He dropped down beside her and they began to talk. Hagen was disturbed at the curious parallel between Mason and himself. In many ways they were identical and now they were both at the end of the road. The last big chance. He stayed at the wheel until six o’clock when Mason came to relieve him and he went below for some food. Rose
live in the fever and the heat, toiling for their living as they had done for a thousand years. A flight of wildfowl lifted from the reeds nearby and curved away towards the sea. He dropped down on to the deck and shouted for the others. They all came up from the galley and followed him into the wheelhouse. He pulled out the chart and gave them the full picture. ‘From now on it’s going to be tough,’ he said. ‘We’ve got to be on our toes and ready for trouble at any time of the day or night.
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Hagen dropped into an easy chair and relaxed. He was more tired than he had realized. Over the top of his glass he regarded Clara Boydell. In the past they had served each other too well for mistrust to enter into their relationship at this stage. He knew that this woman had a genuine affection for him. He told her most of what had happened and what he intended to do. When he had finished she sat silently staring out of the window. She looked serious and he had never known her to be serious in