I thought ye had forgot about your kist." "No fear," said Dickson.

"I'm no' likely to forget my auntie's scones." He laughed pleasantly and then turned to the bagman.

Thereafter the compartment hummed with the technicalities of the grocery trade.

He exerted himself to draw out his companion, to have him refer to the great firm of D.McCunn, so that the innkeeper might be ashamed of his suspicions.

What nonsense to imagine that a noted and wealthy Glasgow merchant--the bagman's tone was almost reverential--would concern himself with the affairs of a forgotten village and a tumble-down house! Presently the train drew up at Kirkmichael station.