It's a mercy it's such coarse weather, for it spoils the veesibility." "Auntie Phemie," said Dickson a few minutes later, "will you oblige me by coming for a short walk ?" "The man's daft," was the answer.
"I'm not.

I'll explain if you'll listen....

You see," he concluded, "the dangerous bit for me is just the mile out of the village.

They'll no' be so likely to try violence if there's somebody with me that could be a witness.

Besides, they'll maybe suspect less if they just see a decent body out for a breath of air with his auntie." Mrs.Morran said nothing, but retired, and returned presently equipped for the road.