D'ye understand?
That's Mr.Loudon's orders....
Now, would it not be a far better plan if ye went back to Glasgow and came back in a week's time?
I'm thinking of your own comfort, Mr.
McCunn." Dickson was cogitating hard.

This man was clearly instructed to get rid of him at all costs for the next few days.

The neighbourhood had to be cleared for some black business.

The tinklers had been deputed to drive out the Gorbals Die-Hards, and as for Heritage they seemed to have lost track of him.

He, Dickson, was now the chief object of their care.