I was thinking," added Hesketh, casting his eyes over a serried rank, "of buying a bicycle." Alec had turned to put the spoons in their place on the shelves.

"Better take your friend across to Cox's," he advised Lorne over his shoulder.
"He'll be able to get a motorbike there," a suggestion which gave Mr Hesketh to reflect later that if that was the general idea of doing business it must be an easy country to make money in.
The customer was satisfied at last, and Mr Murchison walked sociably to the door with him; it was the secretary of the local Oddfellows' Lodge, who had come in about a furnace.
"Now's our chance," said Lorne.

"Father, this is Mr Hesketh, from London--my father, Hesketh.

He can tell you all you want to know about Canada--this part of it, anyway.

Over thirty years, isn't it, Father, since you came out ?" "Glad to meet you," said John Murchison, "glad to meet you, Mr Hesketh.
We've heard much about you." "You must have been quite among the pioneers of Elgin, Mr Murchison," said Hesketh as they shook hands.