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I
could
see
that
the
doubt
was
gaining
.
"
Will
you
oblige
me
with
the
story
of
your
recent
doings
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
ca
n't
,
guv
'n
or
,
"
I
said
in
a
real
beggar
's
whine
.
"
I
've
not
had
a
bite
to
eat
for
two
days
.
Give
me
a
mouthful
of
food
,
and
then
you
'll
hear
God
's
truth
.
"
I
must
have
showed
my
hunger
in
my
face
,
for
he
signalled
to
one
of
the
men
in
the
doorway
.
A
bit
of
cold
pie
was
brought
and
a
glass
of
beer
,
and
I
wolfed
them
down
like
a
pig
--
or
rather
,
like
Ned
Ainslie
,
for
I
was
keeping
up
my
character
.
In
the
middle
of
my
meal
he
spoke
suddenly
to
me
in
German
,
but
I
turned
on
him
a
face
as
blank
as
a
stone
wall
.
Then
I
told
him
my
story
--
how
I
had
come
off
an
Archangel
ship
at
Leith
a
week
ago
,
and
was
making
my
way
overland
to
my
brother
at
Wigtown
.
I
had
run
short
of
cash
--
I
hinted
vaguely
at
a
spree
--
and
I
was
pretty
well
on
my
uppers
when
I
had
come
on
a
hole
in
a
hedge
,
and
,
looking
through
,
had
seen
a
big
motor-car
lying
in
the
burn
.
I
had
poked
about
to
see
what
had
happened
,
and
had
found
three
sovereigns
lying
on
the
seat
and
one
on
the
floor
.
There
was
nobody
there
or
any
sign
of
an
owner
,
so
I
had
pocketed
the
cash
.
But
somehow
the
law
had
got
after
me
.
When
I
had
tried
to
change
a
sovereign
in
a
baker
's
shop
,
the
woman
had
cried
on
the
police
,
and
a
little
later
,
when
I
was
washing
my
face
in
a
burn
,
I
had
been
nearly
gripped
,
and
had
only
got
away
by
leaving
my
coat
and
waistcoat
behind
me
.
"
They
can
have
the
money
back
,
"
I
cried
,
"
for
a
fat
lot
of
good
it
's
done
me
.
Those
perishers
are
all
down
on
a
poor
man
.
Now
,
if
it
had
been
you
,
guv
'n
or
,
that
had
found
the
quids
,
nobody
would
have
troubled
you
.
"
"
You
're
a
good
liar
,
Hannay
,
"
he
said
.
I
flew
into
a
rage
.
"
Stop
fooling
,
damn
you
!
I
tell
you
my
name
's
Ainslie
,
and
I
never
heard
of
anyone
called
Hannay
in
my
born
days
.
I
'd
sooner
have
the
police
than
you
with
your
Hannays
and
your
monkey-faced
pistol
tricks
...
No
,
guv
'n
or
,
I
beg
pardon
,
I
do
n't
mean
that
.
I
'm
much
obliged
to
you
for
the
grub
,
and
I
'll
thank
you
to
let
me
go
now
the
coast
's
clear
.
"
It
was
obvious
that
he
was
badly
puzzled
.
You
see
he
had
never
seen
me
,
and
my
appearance
must
have
altered
considerably
from
my
photographs
,
if
he
had
got
one
of
them
.
I
was
pretty
smart
and
well
dressed
in
London
,
and
now
I
was
a
regular
tramp
.
