Название: The Adventures of General-Major Richard Hannay: 7 Espionage & Mystery Classics
Автор: Buchan John
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788075833426
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John Buchan
The Adventures of General-Major Richard Hannay: 7 Espionage & Mystery Classics
The Thirty-Nine Steps, Greenmantle, Mr Standfast, The Three Hostages, The Island of Sheep
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2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-7583-342-6
Table of Contents
The Island of Sheep; or The Man from the Norlands
The Green Wildebeest: Sir Richard Hannay's Story
Autobiography & Biography of John Buchan
Unforgettable, Unforgotten by Anna Masterton Buchan
NOVELS
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 me a year ago that I would have been feeling like that I should have laughed at him; but there was the fact. The weather made me liverish, the talk of the ordinary Englishman made me sick, I couldn’t get enough exercise, and the amusements of London seemed as flat as soda-water that has been standing in the sun. ‘Richard Hannay,’ I kept telling myself, ‘you have got into the wrong ditch, my friend, and you had better climb out.’ It made me bite my lips to think of the plans I had been building up those last years in Bulawayo. I had got my pile—not one of the big ones, but good enough for me; and I had figured out all kinds of ways of enjoying myself. My father had brought me out from Scotland at the age of six, and I had never been home since; so England was a sort of Arabian Nights to me, and I counted СКАЧАТЬ