Unholy Crusade

Начало книги

ADAM FALLSTROM GORDON had come to Mexico to collect material for a book.

He had recently made a big name as a writer of unusual adventure stories with authentic historical backgrounds. The adventures were the product of his mind, so it was background material for which he had come in search. But Fate plays many a strange trick and, before he was much older, he was soon to find himself, all against his will, the central figure in a series of situations more desperate than any he could have thought up.

He had arrived in Mexico City in the early hours of the previous morning and on this, his first evening; he was sampling highlife in the roof restaurant on the fourteenth floor of the Del Paseo Hotel. The big room was dimly lit; three sides of it consisted of plate glass windows. Through them, owing to the crystal clear air up there at seven thousand five hundred feet, could be seen the million twinkling lights that at night turned the city into a fairyland stretching for miles.

Читать дальше →