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The Mahdi - AJ Quinnell
1981 UK hardcover first edition, first impression. Macmillan in London
A VG++ book in VG++ unclipped dustwrapper
No names or stamps etc, tight and square
The dust cover has no loss or tears, minor rubs to extremities, sun fade to spine
Review by Chapman Pincher: 'I have read THE MAHDI more than once and am very impressed with it. It is a most ingenious plot and you can say that perhaps it would have been better if Quinnell had sold the idea to the CIA and MI6! You should have a success on your hands with this one
A decent example and not common

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He turned off the main Kuala Lumpur-Penang road onto a dirt track and into deep jungle. 'Go to the Klang River,' he had been told, 'and then turn left. You'll know it when you see it.' He felt he should have sent a message - perhaps in a cleft stick carried by a loin-clothed runner, but the station man had laughed and shaken his head. 'He will know you are coming. Take a tuxedo. He always dresses for dinner.' In the headlights the track appeared to grow progressively narrower as it wound through tall forbidding trees. Occasionally a small animal would flit across in the dim bouncing light and doubts began to play across his mind. Had he taken the right turning? What was he doing here anyway, in the thick of the Malayan jungle? In truth he should have caught the afternoon plane to Tokyo and after a night's layover, been on his way to Washington, home and Julia. But he was in a mental magnetic field - drawn to meet, and pay his respects to, the doyen of his profession. Nevertheless the doubts continued to build until suddenly and dramatically he turned a corner and in the headlights stood two white Doric columns and between them huge black wrought-iron gates. He braked gently to a halt. He should have sent a message - the gates were firmly closed.

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