There's no' a polisman nearer than Knockraw--yin Johnnie Trummle, and he's as useless as a frostit tattie." "The wiselike thing, as I think," said Dickson, "would be to turn the Procurator-Fiscal on to the job.

It's his business, no' ours." "Well, I wadna say but ye're richt,' said the lady.
"What would you do if you were us ?" Dickson's tone was subtly confidential.

"My friend here wants to get into the House the morn with that red-haired laddie to satisfy himself about the facts.

I say no.

Let sleeping dogs lie, I say, and if you think the beasts are mad, report to the authorities.