A hope tae God A am baith liar and fule." The agony in his face moved Vic to pity.
"I say, old chap," he said, "you are terribly mistaken somehow, I can swear to that.

Where is Maitland, anyway, do you know ?" "They went away together." McNish had suddenly gotten himself in hand.
"They went away in his car, secretly." "Secretly," said Vic, scornfully.

"Now, that is perfect rot.

Look here, do you know Captain Maitland?
I am his friend, and let me tell you that all I ever hope to own, here and hereafter, and all my relatives and friends, I would gladly trust with him." "Maybe, maybe," muttered McNish.

"Ye may be richt.