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Authors: Kitty Pilgrim

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The Explorer's Code

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To Maurice

The tension of life has tilted dangerously towards the material side of the watershed, disabling the balance of our soul; so that we are constrained at intervals to leave the social structure of our time, and turn away for our stability to breathe in quiet, hoping for the Unexpected.

—F
REYA
S
TARK
, E
PHESUS
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ONIA: A
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Contents

Chapter 1: London, England

Chapter 2: Ephesus, Turkey

Chapter 3: Guaymas Basin, Gulf of California

Chapter 4: Villa San Angelo, Anacapri, Capri, Italy

Chapter 5: Hotel Metropole, Monaco

Chapter 6: Fifth Avenue, New York City

Chapter 7: Hôtel de Paris, Monaco

Chapter 8: Port Hercule Marina, Monaco

Chapter 9: Monte Carlo, Monaco

Chapter 10: Sporting Club, Monte Carlo

Chapter 11: Udachny Motoryacht, Monaco

Chapter 12: London

Chapter 13: Svalbard, Norway

Chapter 14: Monaco

Chapter 15: Longyearbyen

Chapter 16: Oceanographic Institute, Monaco

Chapter 17: London

Chapter 18: Monaco

Chapter 19: Monaco Fencing Club

Chapter 20: Villefranche-sur-Mer, France

Chapter 21: London

Chapter 22: Monaco

Chapter 23: Porto Mediceo, Livorno, Italy

Chapter 24: London

Chapter 25: Queen Victoria

Chapter 26: Marsaxlokk, Malta

Chapter 27: Queen Victoria

Chapter 28: London

Chapter 29: LuEsther T. Mertz Library, New York Botanical Garden

Chapter 30: Queen Victoria

Chapter 31: Grand Bazaar, Kusadasi, Turkey

Chapter 32: Queen Victoria

Chapter 33: London

Chapter 34: Queen Victoria

Chapter 35: London

Chapter 36: Queen Victoria

Chapter 37: Izmir, Turkey

Chapter 38: The Udachny

Chapter 39: Ephesus, Turkey

Chapter 40: London

Chapter 41: Oxfordshire, England

Chapter 42: Cliffmere, England

Chapter 43: Moscow

Chapter 44: Cliffmere

Chapter 45: Golden Horn Inn, Oxfordshire

Chapter 46: Cliffmere

Chapter 47: New York City

Chapter 48: Cliffmere

Chapter 49: London

Chapter 50: Paris

Chapter 51: Oslo, Norway

Chapter 52: Paris

Chapter 53: Longyearbyen

Chapter 54: Paris

Chapter 55: Longyearbyen

Chapter 56: Paris

Chapter 57: Longyearbyen

Chapter 58: Flight SK 4414, Oslo to Longyearbyen

Chapter 59: Longyearbyen

Chapter 60: London

Chapter 61: London

Chapter 62: SAS Flight SK 802

Chapter 63: Longyearbyen

Chapter 64: Oslo

Chapter 65: Longyearbyen

Chapter 66: Cliffmere

Chapter 67: Ephesus

Acknowledgments

Under Roman law the Latin expression “terra nullius” meant “land belonging to no one,” or no-man’s-land. In international law the term refers to territory that is not under the sovereignty of any state. Sovereignty over terra nullius is achieved through occupation of the land.

London, England

P
eter Stapleton sat with his feet up on the leather ottoman. A light rain misted the dusk outside the window; evening was just setting in. He had done nothing all day except work on his portfolio. While everyone was piling into financials, he had moved into the safety of cash and a couple of choice investments. He flipped through his broker’s reports. It looked like he got out in time. The whole world was in a credit meltdown, banks collapsing like bamboo huts in a tsunami.

He looked past his monogrammed velvet slippers propped up on the ottoman. The fire was just dying down again. He would ring for more wood in a moment. Oh, on second thought, Magda would have left for the day. It was time to get dressed for dinner. Sara and David had a great cook, and meals at their home were always a delight. Not that he needed it, five stone overweight and still gaining. He really should get a grip on the weight; the doctor just kept shaking his head every time he went for a checkup.

He looked back at his financial documents. The Packton Fund was the ticket; that fellow in Chicago was a genius. And, of course, there was that little deal that Andrew had put him on to. The return on that was almost criminal. He took a sip of his highly sugared Earl Grey, but the tea had gone cold.

There was a noise a floor below. Magda must still be here. He rang the electronic bell beside his chair. Nothing. Only the sound of the clock on his desk. Must be his imagination. No, there was the noise again. It sounded like things falling to the floor. Peter Stapleton got up, heaving his enormous bulk out of the leather chair. Better check that out. It could be a window open, things blowing about.

He started down the stairs, feeling a little light-headed after sitting all afternoon. He had tried to stave off his indigestion after lunch, had drunk some tea. Lamb chops were always a bit heavy, nothing to be alarmed about. Of course, the sticky date pudding wasn’t really necessary, but Magda did it so well. The heaviness had sat on his chest on and off all afternoon. Walking about now, he started to feel a bit nauseous and clammy.

As he moved down the stairs he heard the unmistakable sounds of the contents of his living-room bookshelf being pulled to the floor. What was going on?

He glimpsed the intruder as he stood in the doorway.
What in the bloody hell?
The man was slight, dark, wearing a sweat suit and Wind-breaker, still wet from outdoors. Peter Stapleton looked at the spots of rain beaded on the nylon. It must be raining hard. He must have just come in.

That was his last real thought. Suddenly he felt very short of breath, his face flushed hot. His vision blurred and he was racked with a searing pain in his left arm. The man started toward him. Dark, foreign-looking. Not English. Peter Stapleton reached out to him, a perfect stranger, as he fell.

Ephesus, Turkey

F
or the last hour, John Sinclair had been crouched over a fragment of bone sticking up from the earth. With a small camel-hair brush he flicked away grains of soil.

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