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One of the girls in the kitchen I forget her name offered to make it tidy for you. Only take care I give you warning: she's a great admirer of Mr MacPhail." Therewith she took her departure, and at the appointed time Malcolm followed her.

Miss Thompson, loud-voiced and garrulous, was evidently quite willing to gossip, but Mrs Macphail had a poor stock of small talk and presently she said: "Well, I think we must go upstairs." In the evening when they sat down to their high-tea Davidson on coming in said: "I see that woman downstairs has a couple of sailors sitting there. I wonder how she's gotten acquainted with them."

She was twenty-seven perhaps, plump, and in a coarse fashion pretty. She wore a white dress and a large white hat. Her fat calves in white cotton stockings bulged over the tops of long white boots in glacé kid. She gave Macphail an ingratiating smile. "The feller's tryin' to soak me a dollar and a half a day for the meanest sized room," she said in a hoarse voice.

But when she saw who it was, her countenance and manner changed utterly. "Preserve's a'! Ye're a sicht for sair e'en, Maister MacPhail!" she cried, holding out her hand, which the blind man took as if he saw as well as she. "Come awa' but the hoose. Wow! but ye're walcome."

The two ladies looked up at the doctor with some alarm, but they need not have feared a quarrel, for the missionary smiled gently. "I'm terribly sorry you should think that of me, Dr Macphail. Believe me, my heart bleeds for that unfortunate woman, but I'm only trying to do my duty." The doctor made no answer. He looked out of the window sullenly.

Instantly all the flames drew back into the sword, and the blade dropped, burning like a brand, from the hilt, which the angel threw away. And lo! it was Malcolm MacPhail, and he was stooping to raise him. With that he awoke, and there was Lizzy looking down on him anxiously. "What are you looking like that for?" he asked crossly.

"Noo God forgi'e ye, Maister Crathie, for threipin' sic a thing!" cried Lizzy, rising as if she would leave him; "Ma'colm MacPhail 's as clear o' ony sin like mine as my wee bairnie itsel'." "Do ye daur tell me he's no the father o' that same, lass?" "No, nor never will be the father a' ony bairn whase mither 's no his wife!" said. Lizzy, with burning cheeks and resolute voice.

Shall I bring my instruments?" "Hurry, please, hurry." Dr Macphail crept back into the bedroom, put on a waterproof over his pyjamas, and a pair of rubber-soled shoes. He rejoined the trader, and together they tiptoed down the stairs. The door leading out to the road was open and at it were standing half a dozen natives. "What is it?" repeated the doctor. "Come along with me," said Horn.

"But what difference can it make?" "Pardon me, doctor, but I don't feel called upon to explain my official actions except to the proper authorities." Macphail looked at him shrewdly. He remembered Davidson's hint that he had used threats, and in the governor's attitude he read a singular embarrassment. "Davidson's a damned busybody," he said hotly.

I know more than most people, and I know a secret that some would give their ears for. Will you trust me?" "I will hear what you've got to say." "Well, I don't care whether you believe me or not: I shall tell you nothing but the truth. What do you think of Malcolm MacPhail, my lady?" "What do you mean by asking me such a question?"