Spy & Mystery Collection: Major-General Hannay Novels, Dickson McCunn Trilogy & Sir Edward Leithen Series (Complete Edition). Buchan John
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Spy & Mystery Collection: Major-General Hannay Novels, Dickson McCunn & Sir Edward Leithen Books
The Greatest Tales of Mystery, Espionage & Nail-Biting Suspense
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2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-7583-339-6
Table of Contents
The Island of Sheep, or The Man from the Norlands
The Green Wildebeest: Sir Richard Hannay's Story
Dickson Mccunn and the 'Gorbals Die-hards'
The Dancing Floor, or The Goddess from the Shades
Sick Heart River, or Mountain Meadow
Sing a Song of Sixpence: Sir Edward Leithen's Story
Autobiography & Biography of John Buchan
Unforgettable, Unforgotten by Anna Masterton Buchan
RICHARD HANNAY
THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS
Richard Hannay’s First Adventure
CHAPTER 2. THE MILKMAN SETS OUT ON HIS TRAVELS
CHAPTER 3. THE ADVENTURE OF THE LITERARY INNKEEPER
CHAPTER 4. THE ADVENTURE OF THE RADICAL CANDIDATE
CHAPTER 5. THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECTACLED ROADMAN
CHAPTER 6. THE ADVENTURE OF THE BALD ARCHAEOLOGIST
CHAPTER 7. THE DRY-FLY FISHERMAN
CHAPTER 8. THE COMING OF THE BLACK STONE
CHAPTER 9. THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS
CHAPTER 10. VARIOUS PARTIES CONVERGING ON THE SEA
DEDICATION
TO THOMAS ARTHUR NELSON
(LOTHIAN AND BORDER HORSE)
My Dear Tommy,
You and I have long cherished an affection for that elemental type of tale which Americans call the ‘dime novel’ and which we know as the ‘shocker’—the romance where the incidents defy the probabilities, and march just inside the borders of the possible. During an illness last winter I exhausted my store of those aids to cheerfulness, and was driven to write one for myself. This little volume is the result, and I should like to put your name on it in memory of our long friendship, in the days when the wildest fictions are so much less improbable than the facts.
J.B.
CHAPTER 1
THE MAN WHO DIED
I returned from the City about three o’clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life. I had been three months in the Old Country, and was fed up with it. If anyone had told