Night of Error

Night of Error
Desmond Bagley

Action thriller by the classic adventure writer set in the Pacific.When Mark Trevelyan dies on a journey to a remote Pacific atoll, the verdict that it was natural causes doesn’t convince his brother, Mike. The series of violent attacks that follows only adds to his suspicions. Just two clues – a notebook in code and a lump of rock – are enough to trigger off a hazardous expedition, and a violent confrontation far from civilization…

DESMOND BAGLEY

Night of Error

COPYRIGHT (#ulink_398c8656-b6f1-5ff3-88f9-d368a9211053)

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First published in Great Britain by Collins 1984

Copyright © Brockhurst Publications 1984

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CONTENTS

Cover (#u167073bc-1594-5381-a3d2-c662a11f74c3)

Title Page (#u2cd71a9d-325c-5db6-a533-56125e28de30)

Copyright (#u65ba5d56-a0bb-5558-8db1-fc959ad7e135)

Night of Error (#u3248dd46-2845-586b-953e-629d00f6240b)

Dedication (#ue5da7d77-0d37-5c39-8179-c5e8480bbd02)

Preface (#u1a7d76d2-bfb7-5274-8be6-e9dab92dba4b)

Map (#u65217547-0811-540d-a083-92e0da207e00)

Epigraph (#u043599d8-03fc-5761-b85a-195972a154f3)

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Two (#ue1fa37e6-7110-51a1-be1e-d7b97e0571da)

Three (#u59e6eba9-6188-55d3-b1b2-301f8943dd1a)

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About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

By the Same Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

NIGHT OF ERROR (#u4ee9f57f-6fbc-520b-be5c-5fa9a7ccc9dd)

DEDICATION (#u4ee9f57f-6fbc-520b-be5c-5fa9a7ccc9dd)

For STAN HURST, at last, with affection

PREFACE (#ulink_515b2f8a-49b7-5750-ad5f-7f359125a330)

The Pacific Islands Pilot, Vol. II, published by the Hydrographer of the Navy, has this to say about the island of Fonua Fo’ou, almost at the end of a long and detailed history:

In 1963, HMNZFA Tui reported a hard grey rock, with a depth of 6 feet over it, on which the sea breaks, and general depths of 36 feet extending for 2 miles northwards and 1 1/2 miles westward of the rock, in the position of the bank. The eastern side is steep-to. In the vicinity of the rock, there was much discoloured water caused by sulphurous gas bubbles rising to the surface. On the bank, the bottom was clearly visible, and consisted of fine black cellar lava, like volcanic cinder, with patches of white sand and rock. Numerous sperm whales were seen in the vicinity.

But that edition was not published until 1969.

This story began in 1962.

MAP (#ulink_e2eb47b2-b928-5c50-938c-1edd622def0a)

EPIGRAPH (#u4ee9f57f-6fbc-520b-be5c-5fa9a7ccc9dd)

And when with grief you see your brother stray, Or in a night of error lose his way, Direct his wandering and restore the day. To guide his steps afford your kindest aid, And gently pity whom you can’t persuade: Leave to avenging Heaven his stubborn will, For, O, remember, he’s your brother still.

JONATHAN SWIFT

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I heard of the way my brother died on a wet and gloomy afternoon in London. The sky was overcast and weeping and it became dark early that day, much earlier than usual. I couldn’t see the figures I was checking, so I turned on the desk light and got up to close the curtains.