"I mean about Crone ?" "Nothing, Sir Gilbert," I answered.
"I hear that the opinion is that the man was struck down by a gaff," he remarked.

"And perhaps killed before he was thrown into the Till." "So the doctor seemed to think," I said.

"And the police, too, I believe." "Aye, well," said he, "I don't know if the police are aware of it, but I'm very sure there's night-poaching of salmon going on hereabouts, Moneylaws.

I've fancied it for some time, and I've had thoughts of talking to the police about it.

But you see, my land doesn't touch either Till or Tweed, so I haven't cared to interfere.