They have tried to kidnap me many times, and once they have tried to kill me, but I, too, have become clever--oh, so clever.

And I have learned not to fear." This simple recital affected Dickson's honest soul with the liveliest indignation.

"Sich doings!" he exclaimed, and he could not forbear from whispering to Heritage an extract from that gentleman's conversation the first night at Kirkmichael.

"We needn't imitate all their methods, but they've got hold of the right end of the stick.
They seek truth and reality." The reply from the Poet was an angry shrug.
"Why and how did you come here ?" he asked.
"I always meant to come to England, for I thought it the sanest place in a mad world.

Also it is a good country to hide in, for it is apart from Europe, and your police, as I thought, do not permit evil men to be their own law.