"I think I'll have a bite to eat.

Will you wait ?" "Ay," said the man, who was reading a grubby sheet of newspaper.

"I'll wait as long as ye like, for it's you that pays." Dickson left his pack in the cab and, oddly enough for a careful man, he did not shut the door.

He re-entered the station, strolled to the bookstall, and bought a Glasgow Herald.

His steps then tended to the refreshment-room, where he ordered a cup of coffee and two Bath buns, and seated himself at a small table.