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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  PROLOGUE

  BOOK ONE - 1964-1966 THE BACK BENCHES

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  BOOK TWO - 1966-1974 JUNIOR OFFICE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  BOOK THREE - 1974-1977 MINISTERS OF STATE

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  BOOK FOUR - 1977-1989 THE CABINET

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  BOOK FIVE - 1989-1991 PARTY LEADERS

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  BOOK SIX - 1991 PRIME MINISTER

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  TITLES BY JEFFREY ARCHER

  PRAISE FOR JEFFREY ARCHER AND HIS NOVELS

  Copyright Page

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  Excerpt Page

  To Alan and Eddie

  PROLOGUE

  WEDNESDAY 10 APRIL 1931

  IF CHARLES GURNEY Seymour had been born nine minutes earlier he would have become an earl, inherited a castle in Scotland, 22,000 acres in Somerset, and a thriving merchant bank in the City of London.

  It was to be several years before young Charles worked out the full significance of coming second in life’s first race.

  His twin brother, Rupert, only just came through the ordeal, and in the years that followed contracted not only the usual childhood illnesses but managed to add scarlet fever, diphtheria and meningitis, causing his mother, Lady Seymour, to fear for his survival.

  Charles, on the other hand, was a survivor, and had inherited enough Seymour ambition for both his brother and himself. Only a few years passed before those who came into contact with the brothers for the first time mistakenly assumed Charles was the heir to the earldom.

  As the years passed Charles’s father tried desperately to discover something at which Rupert might triumph over his brother—and failed. When they were eight the two boys were sent away to Summer Fields where generations of Seymours had been prepared for the rigors of Eton. During his first month at the Oxford prep school Charles was voted form captain and no one hindered his advance en route to becoming head boy at the age of twelve, by which time Rupert was looked upon as Seymour Minor. Both boys proceeded to Eton, where in their first half Charles beat Rupert at every subject in the classroom, outrowed him on the river, and nearly killed him in the boxing ring.

  When in 1947 their grandfather, the thirteenth Earl of Bridgwater, finally expired, the sixteen-year-old Rupert became Viscount Seymour while Charles inherited a meaningless prefix.

  The Hon. Charles Seymour felt angry every time he heard his brother deferentially addressed by strangers as “My Lord.”

  At Eton, Charles continued to excel and ended his school-days as President of Pop before being offered a place at Christ Church, Oxford, to read History. Rupert covered the same years without over-burdening the examiners, internal or external. At the age of eighteen the young viscount returned to the family estate in Somerset to pass the rest of his days as a landowner. No one destined to inherit 22,000 acres could be described as a farmer.

  At Oxford, Charles, free of Rupert’s shadow, progressed with the air of a man who found the university something of an anticlimax. He would spend his weekdays reading the history of his relations and the weekends at house parties or riding to hounds. As no one had suggested for one moment that Rupert should enter the world of high finance, it was assumed once Charles had left Oxford that he would succeed his father at Seymour’s Bank: first as a director and then in time as its chairman: although it would be Rupert who would eventually inherit the family shareholding.

  This “best laid plan” changed, however, when one evening the Hon. Charles Seymour was dragged off to the Oxford Union by a nubile undergraduate from Somerville, who demanded he should listen to the Eights Week motion, “I would rather be a commoner than a lord.” The President of the Union had achieved the unique coup of having the motion proposed by the Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill.

  Charles sat at the back of a hall packed with eager students mesmerized by the elder statesman’s performance. Never once did he take his eyes off the great war leader during his witty and powerful speech, although what kept flashing across his mind was the realization that, but for an accident of birth, Churchill would have been the ninth Duke of Marlborough. Here was a man who had dominated the world stage for three decades and then turned down every hereditary honor a grateful nation could offer, including the title of Duke of London.

  From that moment Charles never allowed himself to be referred to as “the Hon.” again: his ultimate ambition was now above mere titles.

  Another undergraduate who listened to Churchill that night was also considering his future. But he did not view proceedings crammed between his fellow students at the back of the crowded hall. The tall young man dressed in white tie and tails sat alone in a large chair on a raised platform, for such was his right as President of the Oxford Union.

  Although Simon Kerslake was the first-born, he had otherwise few of Charles Seymour’s advantages. The only son of a family solicitor, he had come to appreciate how much his father had denied himself to ensure that his son should remain at the local public school. Simon’s father had died during his son’s last year at Lancing College, leaving his widow a small annuity and a magnificent MacKinley grandfather clock. Simon’s mother sold the clock a week after the funeral in order that her son could complete his final year with all the “extras” the other boys took for granted. She also hoped that it would give Simon a better chance of going on to university.

  From the first day he could walk Simon had always wanted to outdistance his rivals. The Americans would have described him as “an achiever,” while many of his contemporaries thought of him as pushy, or even arrogant, according to their aptitude for jealousy. During his last term at Lancing Simon was passed over for head of school and he still found himself unable to forgive the headmaster his lack of foresight. Later that year, some weeks after he had completed his S-levels and been interviewed by Magdalen, a circular letter informed him that he would not be offered a place at Oxford; it was a decision Simon was unwilling to accept.

  In the same mail Durham University offered him a scholarship, which he rejected by return of post. “Future Prime Ministers aren’t educated at Durham,” he informed his mother.

  “How about Cambridge?” she inquired, continuing to wipe the dishes.

  “No political tradition,” replied Simon.

  “But if there is no chance of being offered a place at Oxford, surely—?”

  “That’s not what I said, Mother,” replied the young man. “I shall be an undergraduate at Oxford by the first day of term.”

  After eighteen years of forty-yard goals Mrs. Kerslake had learned to stop asking her son, “How will you manage that?”

  Some fourteen days before the s