And Mr.
Lindsey saw how I was feeling, and he was on the two of them with an instant question.
"Do you know any more about the girl than was in Murray's wire ?" he demanded.

"If so, what?
The lad here's mad for news!" Chisholm shook his head, and Andrew Dunlop looked searchingly at me.
"We know nothing more," he answered.

"You don't know anything yourself, my lad ?" he went on, staring at me still harder.
"I, Mr.Dunlop!" I exclaimed.

"What do you think, now, asking me a question like yon! What should I know ?" "How should I know that ?" said he.

"You dragged your mother and my lass all the way to Dundee for nothing--so far as I could learn; and--" "He'd good reason," interrupted Mr.Lindsey.