Operation Nassau: Dolly and the Doctor Bird ; Match For A Murderer

Operation Nassau: Dolly and the Doctor Bird ; Match For A Murderer

by Dorothy Dunnett
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Operation Nassau: Dolly and the Doctor Bird ; Match For A Murderer by Dorothy Dunnett

Dr. B. McRannoch is in the Bahamas with her father who has moved there from Scotland because of asthma. She is a savvy and tough young lady who shows much independence of mind and spirit. However, when Sir Bart Edgecombe, a British agent who has been poisoned with arsenic falls ill on his way back from New York, she becomes involved in a series of events beyond her wildest imagination. Drawn into an espionage plot where there are multiple suspects and characters, it is only the inevitable presence of Johnson Johnson that saves the day. As with all of the Johnson series, nothing is quite as straightforward as it at first seems, and there are many complicating factors to grip the reader as well as the added bonus of another exotic location.

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ISBN-13: 9780755131563
Publisher: House of Stratus, Incorporated
Publication date: 12/30/2012
Series: Dolly (Johnson Johnson) , #3
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 316
Sales rank: 533,863
File size: 571 KB

About the Author

Dorothy, Lady Dunnett, was born in Dunfermline, Scotland in 1923, the only daughter of an engineer, Alexander Halliday, and his wife Dorothy. Whilst gifted academically and musically, she was not encouraged to further her talents by attending university, and instead joined the civil service in Scotland as an assistant press officer. In 1946, she married Alastair Dunnett, who was at the time the chief press officer to the Secretary of State for Scotland. He went on to become editor of 'The Scotsman' newspaper, whilst she later worked on a statistics handbook for the Board of Trade. After a brief spell in Glasgow, the couple settled in Edinburgh where their home became a centre for hospitality and entertaining, mostly in support of Scottish art and culture. Dunnett had also taken evening classes at the Edinburgh College of Art and the Glasgow School of Art, and from 1950 onwards she established a prominent career as a portrait painter, being exhibited at both the Royal Scottish Academy and the Royal Academy. She was also an accomplished sculptress. Her interest in writing developed during the 1950's. Her own tastes took her to historical novels and it was her husband who eventually suggested she write one of her own, after she had complained of running out of reading material. The result was 'The Game of Kings', an account of political and military turmoil in sixteenth-century Scotland. Whilst turned down for publication in the UK, it was eventually published in the USA where it became an instant best seller. Other titles, such as the 'Lymond Chronicles' and 'House of Niccolo' series followed and which established her international reputation. She also successfully turned her hand to crime, with the 'Johnson Johnson' series. He is an eccentric artist, famous for bifocals, and of course amateur detective. All of the titles in the series somehow also feature the yacht 'Dolly', despite ranging widely in location from Scotland, to Ibiza, Rome, Marrakesh, Canada, Yugoslavia, Madeira and The Bahamas. There is plenty of sailing lore for the enthusiast, but not so much it detracts from the stories genre; crime. Each of them is told by a woman whose profession explains her role in the mystery and we learn very little about Johnson himself, save for the fact he is somewhat dishevelled in appearance. Dorothy Dunnett somehow fitted in her many careers and voluntary work, along with supporting her husband's endeavours, yet still found the time to correspond widely with her readers from all over the world, and was often delighted to meet with them personally. She held the rare distinction of having a Dorothy Dunnett Readers Association formed during her lifetime and collaborated with it as much as possible. A writer who has been described as one of great wit, charm, and humanity, yet whose work displayed toughness, precision, and humour, she was appointed to an OBE in 1992 for services to literature and became Lady Dunnett in 1995 when her husband was knighted. She died in 2001, being survived by her two sons; Ninian and Mungo.

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A New Dawn Chapter Nine I sniff around in the shady forest, eyes downcast and tail swaying. I raise my head at the smell of blood and meat, and scurry out of the brush. A fish carcass lays on the bank of a stream. I dart out to the fish and crouch over it. Some animal, probably a bird, had left the fish's remains here. With a shrug, the feast begins. After only a saddening to bites, an ear-shattering roar rips the air. A huge, muscular black bear thunders out. I hiss and run for the woods, stubbornly holding my fish. "Stop! Stupid raccoon!" The bear commands. I drop the fish and keep going, cursing under my breath. The pawsteps stop. I can sense the bear's hesitance. I slow cautiously. What's left of the fish—mostly skin and bone—or a nice, juicy gray raccoon. The bear charges after me. I shriek and pelt off. After a while, I trip and fall, giving up. The bear looms over me, drooling and growling. I lay there and stare up at him. "Go on. Kill me." I snarl, lashing my striped tail. The black fur mask on my face is like a heavy shadow in the shade-dappled woods. The bear hesitates, narrowing his eyes. "Do you know of the Chosen?" He questions. I cackle. "King of the forest gone soft, eh?" "King? Oh, quit your games and answer!" He roars. "Ugh! Why do you bears have to BORE your prey to death before you kill them?" I snap, sighing. "I'm Ulik. Who are you?" He asks. I roll my eyes. "Shadow." "What do you know of the Chosen?" "I know what you do, stupid. Actually, more, but honestly, what do you bears know, anyways?" He snorts in annoyance. "Females." "No, just me." I counter He drives his claws into my shoulder. I squeak in pain. "Tell me or I kill you!" He booms. I shrink from the vicious creature. 'Be weak. Act terrified and weak.' I think to myself. No matter how it disgusts me, I know it can help in the means of survival. "Please, no!" I beg loudly. "I don't know, honestly! Please! You're a big, strong bear, and I'm a tiny, scared raccoon! Why would I lie to you?" I plead, widening my eyes and trying the oh-so-pretty look. He considers this, then smirks. "Where's your strength now, little raccoon? My brother is not so kind. Would you like to meet him?" I shake my head vigorously, forcing myself to tremble. He releases me. "Then you'll come with me." "Wh-where to?" "The dragons." Ulik nods towards the forests, hills, and mountains. "The wisest race will tell us what is happening." Real shaking replaces my act. Dragons? That shoot flames from their jaws to roast young and pluck innocent creatures from the ground to kill? I push away my fear and face him, determined. "Then we'll go." I reply calmly. Ulik smiles superiorly and leads the way. I scramble to my paws and follow.