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'Yes, he is the author of the silly pamphlet on Christian Science. 'You are in the right, Mr. Macpherson; on Christian Science and Absent-Mindedness. 'Possibly. I haven't read it for a long while. 'Have you ever met this learned doctor, Mr. Macpherson? 'Oh, yes. Dr. Willoughby is the pen-name of Mr. Summertrees. He believes in Christian Science and that sort of thing, and writes about it.
But I am sure, so sensible a man as Summertrees and the laird may correspond together without offence to the state. 'I take you, friend I take you, said Nanty Ewart, upon whom, at length, the liquor and tobacco-smoke began to make considerable innovation.
'I will now tell you that an express, dispatched by me last night, has, I hear, brought Redgauntlet to a spot many miles nearer this place, where he will not find it safe to attempt any violence on your friend, should he be rash enough to follow the advice of Mr. Maxwell of Summertrees rather than my commands. We now understand each other.
'Indeed, said Summertrees, 'you will, do no such thing; for, in the first place, do you think that we will deliver up the poor fellow into the hands of the Philistines, when, on the contrary, my only reason for furnishing you with the clue I am to put into your hands, is to settle the matter amicably on all sides?
'A plain man? said Maxwell, who entered the room at that moment, with the letter in his hand, 'Provost, I never heard you make use of the word but when you had some sly turn of your own to work out. The provost looked silly enough, and the Laird of Summertrees directed a keen and suspicious glance upon Alan Fairford, who sustained it with professional intrepidity. There was a moment's pause.
Maxwell's wonderful escape, and that nothing could be more agreeable to him than to hear the right version of it. But Summertrees was obdurate, and refused to take up the time of the company with such 'auld-warld nonsense. 'Weel, weel, said the provost, 'a wilful man maun hae his way. What do your folk in the country think about the disturbances that are beginning to spunk out in the colonies?
'To these I shall be resigned, said Fairford, 'and stand prepared to run my risk. 'Well then, said Summertrees, 'you must go' 'I will leave you to yourselves, gentlemen, said the provost, rising; 'when you have done with your crack, you will find me at my wife's tea-table.
We could easily arrest both, but we have not the slightest evidence against either of them, and then, although we put the go-betweens in clink, the worst criminals of the lot would escape. 'Nothing suspicious about the old curiosity shop? 'No. It appears to be perfectly regular. 'This game has been going on under your noses for how long? 'For about six weeks. 'Is Summertrees a married man?
Geddes at the time this violent procedure took place, and he has not since been heard of. Now, our friend, the provost, thinks that you may be able to advise' Here he was interrupted by the provost and Summertrees speaking out both at once, the first endeavouring to disclaim all interest in the question, and the last to evade giving an answer.
'Before Cot, said Mr. Meredith, 'I do not see that Mr. Redgauntlet has left us anything else to do. 'Stay, said Summertrees, 'there is yet one other question. Has he brought any of those Irish rapparees with him, who broke the neck of our last glorious affair? 'Not a man of them, said Redgauntlet. 'I trust, said Dr. Grumball, 'that there are no Catholic priests in his company.
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