He uses dust to create a water-mark around his neck where he imagines Turnbull’s washing might end.
Buchan employs such diction to form the foundation of Hannay’s disguise and allows the rest of his appearance to fall into suit. Hannay notes Turnbull’s ‘filthy, old hat’ the ‘foul stump of a clay pipe,’ and the ‘vulgar’ color of the shirt gifted to him by Sir Harry. First is Hannay’s impression of the roadman and his dress. One of the most striking features of the chapter is Buchan’s particular word choice, which gives three distinct tones to its passages. This particular chapter follows Hannay into the Scottish moors where he meets roadman Alexander Turnbull, whom he pretends to be for both his and Turnbull’s benefit. Now on the run with Scudder’s notebook, Hannay moves through various personalities to evade the Black Stone spies. After discovering Scudder’s body in his flat, Hannay escapes to Scotland to avoid false charges of homicide and the Black Stone, a group of German spies on a mission to destabilize Europe.
Hannay, a mining engineer bored with the melancholy of his life in London, is suddenly thrust into the world of political espionage after the murder of his neighbor and freelance spy Franklin Scudder. The Penguin English Library - collectable general readers' editions of the best fiction in English, from the eighteenth century to the end of the Second World War.The fifth chapter of John Buchan’s The Thirty-Nine Steps documents the transformation of protagonist Richard Hannay into his fourth disguise. An obvious suspect for the police and an easy target for the killers, Hannay goes on the run in his native Scotland where he will need all his courage and ingenuity to stay one step ahead of his pursuers. But then a murder is committed in his flat, just days after a chance encounter with an American who had told him about an assassination plot which could have dire international consequences. Richard Hannay has just returned to England after years in South Africa and is thoroughly bored with his life in London. There was a long knife through his heart which skewered him to the floor' 'My guest was lying sprawled on his back.
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