Man, the wee laddies in Glesca the day are
worshippinbits o your jersey. The sleuth in Mr Tibbets was now fully roused. I may
be trusted to recognise theinmates of my own household. I hope you do not affect
pessimism, said Mr Craw. What he had seen that evening had altered his
wholeoutlook.
The infinite power and value of the unreasoned
hasalways been one of my master principles. But if youand Allins were seen together,
that might give the clue.
There hadbeen something friendly and confidential
about her eyes whichjustified the change.
Yes, most useful anddiplomatic and an excellent
linguist.
It was the answer he expected, but he saw that
further inquirieswere going to be difficult.
It hadbeen the day before the Cambridgeshire, and
the talk had beenchiefly of Newmarket.
But I knew you were not that kind of man, and I
toldhim so.
For more than three hours he kept his chilly vigil.
Will ye no meet us in the Briar Bushthe nicht? I dont know Mr Barbon, but Id be
pleased to meet him. He remounted the slope, intending to pass the rhododendronclump
on its upper side. Then he crossed the Callowa bridge to the newpart of the town.
The journalist had the surprise of a not uneventful life. He saw an arm draw the
curtain, and it was the armof a man in evening dress.
Then he was borneinto darkness, into light, into
darkness, and again into brightlight. Jaikie, as his eyes dwelt on him,had a sudden
conviction about two things. It was too public a place, and he might be recognised.
Hewould refuse to be bound over to silence. Theres mony a man in this toun wad be
blithe to see J.
The household was still awake, for there were
half-a-dozenlit windows.
He began, Dear MissWestwater, and then changed it
to Dear Miss Alison.
Were all smothered nowadays with fine
talk.
The man will go away fullof suspicion, he
said.
His breath stopped short at the thought of his good
fortune.
He was also a gambler, and aman who bragged of his
power with the Craw Press. He is avery resourceful man in an emergency.
I can only assume that Barbon has recalled himby
wire.
He remembered the other lodge, and had amoments
fear that the visitors might leave by that.
No, Allins had nothing to dowith the management of
the papers.
Not for the gold of Croesus would he have beenparty
to an insult to the so-great British Press.