John Buchan,
The Thirty-Nine Steps — Chapter Four…
“ YOU may picture me driving that forty-horse-power car for all she was worth over the crisp moor roads on that shining May morning; glancing back at first over my shoulder and looking anxiously to the next turning; then driving with a vague eye, just wide enough awake to keep on the highway. For I was thinking desperately of what I had found in Scudder's pocket-book. ”
John Buchan,
The Thirty-Nine Steps — Chapter Four…
“ Your duty is to send your car for the police and give me up. I don't think I'll get very far. There'll be an accident and I'll have a knife in my ribs an hour or so after arrest. Nevertheless it's your duty, as a law-abiding citizen. Perhaps in a month's time you'll be sorry, but you have no cause to think of that." He was looking at me with bright, steady eyes. "What was your job in Rhodesia, Mr. Hannay?" he asked. "Mining engineer," I said. "I've made my pile cleanly and I've had a good time in the making of it." "Not a profession that weakens the nerves, is it?" ”
John Buchan,
The Thirty-Nine Steps — Chapter Four…
“ He plucked out a watch and studied it. "You're the right sort of fellow," he said. "I can spare a quarter of an hour, and my house is two minutes off. I'll see you clothed and fed and snug in bed. Where's your kit, by the way? Is it in the burn along with the car?" "It's in my pocket," I said, brandishing a tooth-brush. "I'm a colonial and travel light." "A colonial," he cried. "By Gad, you're the very man I've been praying for. Are you by any blessed chance a Free Trader?" "I am," said I, without the foggiest notion of what he meant. He patted my shoulder and hurried me into his car. ”
