Drumbeat - Dominique - Stephen Marlowe - ebook

Drumbeat - Dominique ebook

Stephen Marlowe

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Drum confronts a senator to save the life of a drunken old friend: When Chester Drum knew him, Jack Morley was a Washington player, just a few promotions away from becoming Secretary of State. A bad divorce and a nervous breakdown later, Morley has hit rock bottom, and works in Paris for the Army ghoul squad, confirming the deaths of World War II soldiers long ago reported missing in action. Morley is content to spend the rest of his life wallowing in the bottom of a Pernod bottle, until word gets out that he is blackmailing a US senator - an accusation that could cost him his life. Though disgusted by his old friend's drunkenness, Drum agrees to make Morley's case to the senator. Blackmailer or no, Morley has stumbled onto a conspiracy that dates back to the end of the war. If Drum can't get to the bottom of it, Morley won't be the only one to die. Review Quote: "[Marlowe] tells a complex story vividly and vigorously." - The New York Times Book Review. "Often brash and violent ... with an impish sense of humor." - The Independent. "Drum sleuths to his own beat; he is a strong private investigator, who hooks the audience in each tale, short or long." - Harriet Klausner Book Reviews. "Langton's sparkling prose and inimitable wit offer a delectable feast for the discriminating reader." - Publishers Weekly. "Like Jane Austen and Barbara Pym, Langton is blessed with the comic spirit-a rare gift of genius to be cherished." - St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Biographical note: Stephen Marlowe (1928-2008) was the author of more than fifty novels, including nearly two dozen featuring globe-trotting private eye Chester Drum. Born Milton Lesser, Marlowe was raised in Brooklyn and attended the College of William and Mary. After several years writing science fiction under his given name, he legally adopted his pen name, and began focusing on Chester Drum, the Washington-based detective who first appeared in The Second Longest Night (1955). Although a private detective akin to Raymond Chandler's characters, Drum was distinguished by his jet-setting lifestyle, which carried him to various exotic locales from Mecca to South America. These espionage-tinged stories won Marlowe acclaim, and he produced more than one a year before ending the series in 1968. After spending the 1970s writing suspense novels like The Summit (1970) and The Cawthorn Journals (1975), Marlowe turned to serious-minded historical fiction. He lived much of his life abroad, in Switzerland, Spain, and France, and died in Virginia in 2008.

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Contents

Cover

About the Book

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

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Drum confronts a senator to save the life of a drunken old friend:

When Chester Drum knew him, Jack Morley was a Washington player, just a few promotions away from becoming Secretary of State. A bad divorce and a nervous breakdown later, Morley has hit rock bottom, and works in Paris for the Army ghoul squad, confirming the deaths of World War II soldiers long ago reported missing in action. Morley is content to spend the rest of his life wallowing in the bottom of a Pernod bottle, until word gets out that he is blackmailing a US senator - an accusation that could cost him his life.

Though disgusted by his old friend’s drunkenness, Drum agrees to make Morley’s case to the senator. Blackmailer or no, Morley has stumbled onto a conspiracy that dates back to the end of the war. If Drum can’t get to the bottom of it, Morley won’t be the only one to die.

Review Quote:

“[Marlowe] tells a complex story vividly and vigorously.” - The New York Times Book Review.

“Often brash and violent ... with an impish sense of humor.” - The Independent.

“Drum sleuths to his own beat; he is a strong private investigator, who hooks the audience in each tale, short or long.” - Harriet Klausner Book Reviews.

“Langton’s sparkling prose and inimitable wit offer a delectable feast for the discriminating reader.” - Publishers Weekly.

“Like Jane Austen and Barbara Pym, Langton is blessed with the comic spirit—a rare gift of genius to be cherished.” - St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

About the Author

Stephen Marlowe (1928–2008) was the author of more than fifty novels, including nearly two dozen featuring globe-trotting private eye Chester Drum. Born Milton Lesser, Marlowe was raised in Brooklyn and attended the College of William and Mary. After several years writing science fiction under his given name, he legally adopted his pen name, and began focusing on Chester Drum, the Washington-based detective who first appeared in The Second Longest Night (1955).

Although a private detective akin to Raymond Chandler’s characters, Drum was distinguished by his jet-setting lifestyle, which carried him to various exotic locales from Mecca to South America. These espionage-tinged stories won Marlowe acclaim, and he produced more than one a year before ending the series in 1968. After spending the 1970s writing suspense novels like The Summit (1970) and The Cawthorn Journals (1975), Marlowe turned to scholarly historical fiction. He lived much of his life abroad, in Switzerland, Spain, and France, and died in Virginia in 2008.

Drumbeat – Dominique

A Chester Drum Mystery

Stephen Marlowe

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For Ann Humbert Marlowe

ONE

FOR A GUY who once held down the number two spot in the protocol section of the State Department, Jack Morley had come a long way—all of it in the wrong direction.

I walked right past his table on the terrace of the Café Rotonde a couple of times without recognizing him. What I saw was a shabby drunk who needed a shave, a haircut and, chances were, a bath. He was wearing what looked like somebody’s cast-off safari jacket. It was a couple of sizes too big for Jack and made his neck look like a rooster’s. You couldn’t blame me for not recognizing him. The last time I’d laid eyes on Jack Morley had been a couple of years ago in Washington. Handshaking a pair of Middle Eastern diplomats into Blair House, he’d been turned out in his usual go-to-meeting outfit—camel’s hair topcoat, white silk scarf, dark worsted suit and Homburg. He resembled then everybody’s idea of what the boy voted most-likely-to-succeed at Harvard turned into ten years later.

Any resemblance between that Jack Morley and the drunk trying his best not to knock over the table while he got a glass of pernod to his mouth outside the Café Rotonde on Boulevard Montpamasse in Paris was purely coincidental.

I got a table near the lottery booth, ordered a drink and looked across Boulevard Raspail to the traffic island, where Rodin’s statue of Balzac, considered obscene even by the French until they gave the bronze old man a bronze cloak, was now half-hidden by the branches of a chestnut tree. I looked at my watch. It was a quarter to eight of a warm evening, and Jack Morley already was fifteen minutes late. I decided to give him until I finished my whiskey-and-water, and then go up to the Raspail Vert for some bouillabaisse.

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