What is "mcleod"

Usage examples of "mcleod".

Nor had any one from the Vaux or McLeod ranches, for while they did not understand the situation, it was obvious that something was wrong, and they had remained away as did Las Palomas.

Eliza Kirk finally sailed into the mouth of the Tamar River, passed the deserted settlement of York Town, and continued up-river to the thriving port of Launceston where Captain McLeod proposed to spend some weeks reprovisioning and performing routine maintenance work on his vessel before leaving once more for England.

CID in Perth will be getting their official copies of the autopsy report tomorrow, and I'm sending a courtesy copy to your Inspector McLeod.

McLeod had stopped to right a life-sized, three-quarter length portrait of a silver-haired man with a handlebar moustache who wore the regalia of a Masonic Master.

Some of the older women in town - Mabel Werts, Glynis Mayberry, Audrey Hersey - remember that Larry McLeod found some charred papers in the upstairs fireplace, but none of them know that the papers were the accumulation of twelve years' correspondence between Hubert Marsten and an amusingly antique Austrian nobleman named Breichen, or that the correspondence of these two had commenced through the offices of a rather peculiar Boston book merchant who died an extremely nasty death in 1933, or that Hubie had burned each and every letter before hanging himself, feeding them to the fire one at a time, watching the flames blacken and char the thick, cream-colored paper and obliterate the elegant, spider-thin calligraphy.

Leaving Las Palomas after nightfall, I passed the McLeod ranch after midnight.

Larry McLeod, who was the mailman during those years, reported that Marsten got four daily papers, The Saturday Evening Post, The New Yorker, and a pulp magazine called Amazing Stories.

McLeod had not said as much to Harry, but the atmosphere in the cellar was tainted with subliminal resonances of a kind that bespoke unwholesome occult activity.

The hotel's director of operations, an alert Scotsman named McLeod, had mapped out a route through the service corridors, where his most trusted security guards stood watch, to the brightly lit entrance fronted by two enormous fountains sending floodlit sprays up into the dark sky.

Adam had left his sling behind today, and had McLeod help him pull on his sheepskin coat when they had gotten out of the car.

McLeod muttered, rearing up from cover to fire off a quick burst - three-and-three, in imitation of the troopers - in the direction of a gap in the west wing wall.

The words 'your arse is oot the windae' were not, but the import was clear from the sergeant's failure to return and his replacement with a highly apologetic and obsequious more senior detective, DS McLeod, who'd just come on shift via the farm at Nether Kilbokie.