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"
Did
you
see
anyone
pass
early
this
morning
?
He
might
be
on
a
bicycle
or
he
might
be
on
foot
.
"
I
very
nearly
fell
into
the
trap
and
told
a
story
of
a
bicyclist
hurrying
past
in
the
grey
dawn
.
But
I
had
the
sense
to
see
my
danger
.
I
pretended
to
consider
very
deeply
.
"
I
wasna
up
very
early
,
"
I
said
.
"
Ye
see
,
my
dochter
was
merrit
last
nicht
,
and
we
keepit
it
up
late
.
I
opened
the
house
door
about
seeven
and
there
was
naebody
on
the
road
then
.
Since
I
cam
up
here
there
has
just
been
the
baker
and
the
Ruchill
herd
,
besides
you
gentlemen
.
"
One
of
them
gave
me
a
cigar
,
which
I
smelt
gingerly
and
stuck
in
Turnbull
's
bundle
.
They
got
into
their
car
and
were
out
of
sight
in
three
minutes
.
My
heart
leaped
with
an
enormous
relief
,
but
I
went
on
wheeling
my
stones
.
It
was
as
well
,
for
ten
minutes
later
the
car
returned
,
one
of
the
occupants
waving
a
hand
to
me
.
Those
gentry
left
nothing
to
chance
.
I
finished
Turnbull
's
bread
and
cheese
,
and
pretty
soon
I
had
finished
the
stones
.
The
next
step
was
what
puzzled
me
.
I
could
not
keep
up
this
roadmaking
business
for
long
.
A
merciful
Providence
had
kept
Mr
Turnbull
indoors
,
but
if
he
appeared
on
the
scene
there
would
be
trouble
.
I
had
a
notion
that
the
cordon
was
still
tight
round
the
glen
,
and
that
if
I
walked
in
any
direction
I
should
meet
with
questioners
.
But
get
out
I
must
.
No
man
's
nerve
could
stand
more
than
a
day
of
being
spied
on
.
I
stayed
at
my
post
till
five
o'clock
.
By
that
time
I
had
resolved
to
go
down
to
Turnbull
's
cottage
at
nightfall
and
take
my
chance
of
getting
over
the
hills
in
the
darkness
.
But
suddenly
a
new
car
came
up
the
road
,
and
slowed
down
a
yard
or
two
from
me
.
A
fresh
wind
had
risen
,
and
the
occupant
wanted
to
light
a
cigarette
.
It
was
a
touring
car
,
with
the
tonneau
full
of
an
assortment
of
baggage
.
One
man
sat
in
it
,
and
by
an
amazing
chance
I
knew
him
.
His
name
was
Marmaduke
Jopley
,
and
he
was
an
offence
to
creation
.
He
was
a
sort
of
blood
stockbroker
,
who
did
his
business
by
toadying
eldest
sons
and
rich
young
peers
and
foolish
old
ladies
.
"
Marmie
'
was
a
familiar
figure
,
I
understood
,
at
balls
and
polo-weeks
and
country
houses
.
He
was
an
adroit
scandal-monger
,
and
would
crawl
a
mile
on
his
belly
to
anything
that
had
a
title
or
a
million
.
I
had
a
business
introduction
to
his
firm
when
I
came
to
London
,
and
he
was
good
enough
to
ask
me
to
dinner
at
his
club
.
There
he
showed
off
at
a
great
rate
,
and
pattered
about
his
duchesses
till
the
snobbery
of
the
creature
turned
me
sick
.
I
asked
a
man
afterwards
why
nobody
kicked
him
,
and
was
told
that
Englishmen
reverenced
the
weaker
sex
.
