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"What mortal man can do," Wearyworld said, "we're doing: ay, and mair, but she's auld wecht, and may find bilbie in queer places. Mr. Dishart, my official opinion is that this Egyptian is fearsomely like my snuff-spoon. I've kent me drap that spoon on the fender, and be beat to find it in an hour. And yet, a' the time I was sure it was there.
"It would be about twal o'clock," began Wearyworld unctuously, "when I was in the Roods, ay, no lang afore I heard the disturbance in the square. I was standing in the middle o' the road, wondering how the door o' the windmill was swinging open, when she came up to me. "'A fine nicht for the time o' year, I says to her, for nobody but the minister had spoken to me a' day.
There would hae been a meeting the day to depose him if so many hadna gaen to the glen. But the morn'll do as weel. The very women is cursing him, and the laddies has begun to gather stanes. He's married on an Egyp " "Hendry!" I cried, like one giving an order. "Wearyworld, step!" said Hendry sternly, and then added soft- heartedly: "Here's a bit news that'll open Mysy Moncur's door to you.
"Once she opens the door, you can shove your foot in, and syne she's in your power." He pushed Wearyworld out, and came back to me, saying, "It was best to tell him the truth, to keep him frae making up lies." "But is it the truth? I was told Lang Tammas " "Ay, I ken that story; but Tammas has other work on hand." "Then tie up the bell at once, Hendry," I urged. "I canna," he answered gravely.
I could never laugh at the arrangement, as I knew that Betty had planned it on her deathbed for her man's sake. Five little heads bobbed up in their beds as I entered, but more vexing to me was Wearyworld on a stool. "In by, dominie," he said sociably. "Sal, you needna fear burning wi' a' that water on you, You're in mair danger o' coming a-boil."
"Then it was you who gave the alarm?" "What hae I done to madden you?" honest Wearyworld asked in perplexity. "Get out of my sight, sir!" roared the sheriff. But the captain laughed. "I like your doughty policeman, Riach," he said. "Hie, obliging friend, let us hear how this gypsy struck you. How was she dressed?" "She was snod, but no unca snod," replied Weary. world, stiffly.
Some seem to think that the gypsy gave him the cloak for helping her to escape, and that he has delivered it up lest he should get into difficulties." "Whom has he given it to, mother?" Gavin asked. "To the policeman." "And has Wearyworld sent it back to Halliwell?" "Yes. He told Jean he sent it off at once, with the information that the masons had found it in the quarry."
"Out o' the road!" cried Rob, savagely, and flung the policeman into the gutter. "That was ill-dune, Rob Dow," Wearyworld said, picking himself up leisurely. "I'm thinking it was weel-dune," snarled Rob. "Ay," said Weary world, "we needna quarrel about a difference o' opeenion; but, Rob " Dow, however, had already entered the house and slammed the door.
"Ay, ay," muttered Wearyworld, departing, "you micht hae stood still, Rob, and argued it out wi' me." In less than an hour after his conversation with Jean at the window it had suddenly struck Haggart that the minister she spoke of must be Mr. Dishart. In two hours he had confided his suspicions to Chirsty. In ten minutes she had filled the house with gossips. Rob arrived to find them in full cry.
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