w doubtless posted at frequent intervals. So I stopped where I was and sat down quietly on a rock for a few minutes to recover my breath, for I had been pretty badly shaken and winded by my numerous tumbles.
As soon as I felt better I got up again, and taking very particular care where I was treading, advanced on tiptoe with a delicacy that Agag might have envied. I had taken about a dozen steps when all of a sudden the railings loomed up in front of me through the mist.
I put my hand on the top bar, and then paused for a moment listening breathlessly for any sound of danger. Except for the faint patter of the rain, however, everything was as silent as the dead. Very carefully I raised myself on the bottom rail, lifted my legs over, one after the other, and then dropped lightly down on to the grass beyond.
As I did so a man rose up suddenly from the ground like a black shadow, and hurling himself on me before I could move, clutched me round the waist.
"Got yer!" he roared. Then at
What a stunner! A beautifully crafted novel with excellent characterisation. Victor Bridges was a prolific author - is there any chance we could read more of his immense work? That would be heavenly.
This is absolutely excellent. Kind of out-Buchans Richard Hannay.
A 39 Steps - Plus!
I enjoyed this title. Good characters, lots of twists, and not altogether predictable. A good afternoon read
