If you've never thought of the world of antiquarian books as being something that could inspire passion, betrayal, and even murder, The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte will open the casket lid on a hither-to unknown world of skullduggery, academia, bibliophiles, and mystery. The buy has been successfully negotiated. You won't breathe easily until you've handed the pages of manuscript to your client, but the worst is over now. The adrenaline is only now starting to dissipate as you have yet again negotiated the paths needed to walk through the mysteries of the antiquarian book world. For 15 badly hand-written pages of foolscap that has seen better days, you hand over the agreed amount and scurry off into the night with the papers secreted in the depths of your bag. He's exactly where he says he would be, a small shop on the Left Bank in Paris specializing in the kind of antiquities for which people like your client would pay a fortune. You're jumping at shadows you tell yourself. Who could be on to you? Only your client and the contact know about this so unless one of them are playing a double game, there shouldn't be anyone there. Twice you suspect someone has tailed you to the rendezvous, but you know that can't be possible. Carefully you prepare yourself to sneak out to your clandestine meeting, ensuring you have to hand the resources supplied by your client. He has selected a particularly out of the way, perhaps a little too out of the way, site. It's the middle of the night when your contact phones.

The club dumas by arturo pérez reverte