jimsons, that the said child was likely to prove a sufficiently serious
business for Mr Moxon Ivery before the game was out.



CHAPTER FOUR
Andrew Amos


I took the train three days later from King's Cross to Edinburgh. I
went to the Pentland Hotel in Princes Street and left there a suit-case
containing some clean linen and a change of clothes. I had
been thinking the thing out, and had come to the conclusion that I
must have a base somewhere and a fresh outfit. Then in well-worn
tweeds and with no more luggage than a small trench kit-bag, I
descended upon the city of Glasgow.

I walked from the station to the address which Blenkiron had
given me. It was a hot summer evening, and the streets were filled
with bareheaded women and weary-looking artisans. As I made my
way down the Dumbarton Road i was amazed at the number of
able-bodied fellows about, considering that you couldn't stir a mile
on any British front without bumping up against a Glasgow battalion.
Then I realized that there were such things as munitions and
ships, and I wondered no more.

A stout and dishevelled lady at a close-mouth directed me to Mr
Amos's dwelling. 'Twa stairs up. Andra will be in noo, havin' his
tea. He's no yin for overtime. He's generally hame on the chap of
six.' I ascended the stairs with a sinking heart, for like all South