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Returning to the Dundee of 1860 after years in the army, Robert Douglas finds employment with George Gilbride, a whaling-ship owner known as the Wizard. Drugged by sinister gangster John Wylie, Douglas wakens on board the steam-whaler Redgauntlet bound for the Artic, and discovers that his companions believe the ship is haunted and do not expect to return. After an initial clash, Douglas befriends the ship's mate, "Bully Houston", and together thay begin to unravel a year-old mystery.

His name was Colin Lowrie. A tall, red-haired Scot; a man at 16, whose pride was the ancient clan pride of the Lowries. And when the clans were broken - massacred in a brutal revenge at Culloden Field - Colin Lowrie was forced to take flight on a journey half-way round the world.

It's 1860, and Inspector Faro has been transported back to one of the darkest moment of his career - the chase of notorious Macheath from Scotland to the Kent countryside. A chance encounter with an old friend leads to Faro's sojourn in William Morris's Red House while he continues his search. The tranquillity is disrupted by a burglary at a nearby mansion; the young maid who discovered the break-in has disappeared.

In the summer of 1482, an English army, under command of Richard, Duke of Gloucester, invades Scotland. They plan to win back the border town of Berwick-on-Tweed and to put King James III's renegade young brother, the Duke of Albany, back on the throne. Roger the Chapman, called upon to be a member of Albany's personal bodyguard, finds himself, by royal decree, a part of the invading forces.

Newly returned from an eventful mission to Scotland - and eager to be reunited with his family - Roger the Chapman is far from pleased when Timothy Plummer, Spymaster General to the King, commands him to undertake another mission. He is to accompany the beautiful but manipulative Eloise Gray on a special journey to Paris, pretending to be her husband.

‘I watched the mirror for a last view, for now, of the frozen mountains of Glen Coe. As the road bent and the outline of Buachaille Etive Mor slid into sight, I did what I always did, and always would. I felt for that flutter of awe and that indefinable, unmistakable quickening of the pulse...