Death of a Traitor Quotes

“I don’t want to go to Heaven. None of my friends are there. Oscar Wilde”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“You were spying?” Davey said, astounded. “For the Russians? Why would you do that?” “Because I have the courage of my convictions, my boy,” Mackay said, his voice momentarily gaining strength. “There were those of us who believed we were doing the right thing in helping the Soviets, as they were then, to keep up with the West. We were helping to maintain the balance of power, helping to prevent the war that would destroy the planet.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“MI5. The Chief Constable waved a copy o’ the Official Secrets Act under our noses and threatened us wi’ loss o’ rank, loss o’ our pensions and even the jail if we didn’t keep our traps shut. The secret boys said it was a ‘matter of national security.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“Have you got anything for us on that boat up on The Corloch?” “Aye, it belongs to someone who keeps it there from time to time for the fishing,” Jimmy said. “His name’s Morgan Mackay.” Hamish and Davey exchanged a glance. “Bogdan and Mackay could easily lug a body around,” said Davey, “and take it out in a boat to dump it.” “But if the water level was lower than they were used to,” Hamish went on, “they could have torn open the bottom of the boat on rocks they would normally have glided over, panicked and ended up dumping the body in shallower water than they intended.” “Do you know”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“Hannah Thomson was a retired midwife. So how did Kate Hibbert get hold of these things? She had only arrived in Lochdubh around a year ago and was a stranger to the place. It was highly unlikely that she burgled Hannah’s cottage five years ago, but she may have got her hands on the jewellery and the watch while she was working as Hannah’s cleaner.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“deal with Blair.” He had cornered Hamish in the shrubbery at the Tommel Castle, where he thought there were no witnesses. Blair had a gun and was prepared to shoot Hamish to stop him from revealing his links to the Glasgow underworld. He might have done it had it not been for the mysterious American, James Bland, who helped Hamish disarm Blair. Such was Hamish’s fury over Blair’s involvement with the gangsters who had killed Dorothy, he had then turned the gun on him. Only the arrival in the increasingly crowded shrubbery of Mary, Blair’s long-suffering wife, had prevented him blowing Blair’s brains out.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“Passing through Inchnadamph, the white walls of Inchnadamph Lodge dazzled in the sunshine to his left. The house had been built as a manse for the old kirk down near the loch around two hundred years ago but was now a popular bed-and-breakfast place, the decline in religious dedication among the populace having more-or-less coincided with the rise of the tourist trade.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor

“The mountain top trapped him under the seabed, the very summit of what had been Ben Cral standing above the surface as a rocky mound now known as Cral’s Island. The demon remains buried to this day, struggling to escape from time to time and making the ground shake. Where Hurdy had sliced the remains of the mountain down the middle, the two peaks came to be called the Two Sisters and the molten rock thrown by Cral cooled to become the huge boulders that litter Hurdy’s Glen. Hamish had always loved the story and found himself wondering what Sally Paterson would make of it.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Traitor