"As I said just now, there's numbers of strangers comes about Tweedside at this time of the year, and who'd think anything of seeing them?
What was easier than for these two to separate, to keep close during the rest of the night, and to get away by train from some wayside station or other next morning?
They could manage it easily--and we're making inquiries at all the stations in the district on both sides the Tweed, with that idea." "Well--you'll have a lot of people to follow up, then," remarked Mr.
Lindsey drily.

"If you're going to follow every tourist that got on a train next morning between Berwick and Wooler, and Berwick and Kelso, and Berwick and Burnmouth, and Berwick and Blyth, you'll have your work set, I'm thinking!" "All the same," said Chisholm doggedly, "that's how it's been.

And the bank at Peebles has the numbers of the notes that Phillips carried off in his little bag--and I'll trace those fellows yet, Mr.Lindsey." "Good luck to you, sergeant!" answered Mr.Lindsey.He turned to me when Chisholm had gone.

"That's the police all over, Hugh," he remarked.

"And you might talk till you were black in the face to yon man, and he'd stick to his story." "You don't believe it, then ?" I asked him, somewhat surprised.
"He may be right," he replied.