'I was expectin' ye, but Dod! man ye're late!' He extricated from his trousers pocket an ancient silver watch, and regarded it with disfavour.

'The dashed thing has stoppit.

What do ye make the time, Mr Brand ?' He proceeded to prise open the lid of his watch with the knife he had used to cut his tobacco, and, as he examined the works, he turned the back of the case towards me.

On the inside I saw pasted Mary Lamington's purple-and-white wafer.
I held my watch so that he could see the same token.

His keen eyes, raised for a second, noted it, and he shut his own with a snap and returned it to his pocket.