And I'll be much obliged to you if you'll get all this cleared up, and let Hugh there settle down to his work in the proper way, instead of wandering about on business that's no concern of his." We shook our heads at each other as the train went off, Maisie waving good-bye to us, and my mother sitting very stiff and stern and disapproving in her corner of the compartment.
"No concern of yours, d'ye hear, my lad ?" laughed Mr.Lindsey.

"Aye, but your mother forgets that in affairs of this sort a lot of people are drawn in where they aren't concerned! It's like being on the edge of a whirlpool--you're dragged into it before you're aware.

And now we'll go and see this Mr.Smeaton; but first, where's the telegraph office in this station?
I want to wire to Murray, to ask him to keep me posted up during today if any news comes in about the yacht." When Mr.Lindsey was in the telegraph office, I bought that morning's _Dundee Advertiser_, more to fill up a few spare moments than from any particular desire to get the news, for I was not a great newspaper reader.

I had scarcely opened it when I saw my own name.

And there I stood, in the middle of the bustling railway station, enjoying the sensation of reading my own obituary notice.
"Our Berwick-on-Tweed correspondent, telegraphing late last night, says:--Considerable anxiety is being felt in the town respecting the fate of Sir Gilbert Carstairs, Bart., of Hathercleugh House, and Mr.Hugh Moneylaws, who are feared to have suffered a disaster at sea.