LAWSON. Ay, he'll be a fine man, Sir John. Hand me owre your
papers, Hunt, and you'll have your new warrant QUAM PRIMUM. And
see here, Hunt, ye'll aiblins have a while to yoursel', and an
active man, as ye say ye are, should aye be grinding grist.
We're sair forfeuchen wi' our burglaries. NON CONSTAT DE
PERSONA. We canna get a grip o' the delinquents. Here is the
HUE AND CRY. Ye see there is a guid two hundred pounds for ye.

HUNT. Well, Mr. Procurator-Fiscal [I ain't a rich man, and two
hundred's two hundred. Thereby, sir], I don't mind telling you
I've had a bit of a worry at it already. You see, Mr.
Procurator-Fiscal, I had to look into a ken to-night about the
Captain, and an old cock always likes to be sure of his walk; so
I got one of your Scotch officers - him as was so polite as to
show me round to Mr. Brodie's - to give me full particulars about
the 'ouse, and the flash companions that use it. In his list I
drop on the names of two old lambs of my own; and I put it to
you, Mr. Procurator-Fiscal, as a genleman as knows the world, if
what's a black sheep in London is likely or not to be keeping
school in Edinburgh?

LAWSON. COELUM NON ANIMUM. A just observe.

HUNT. I'll give it a thought, sir, and see if I can't kill two
birds with one stone. Talking of which, Mr. Procurator-Fiscal,
I'd like to have a bit of a confab with that nice young woman as
came to pay her rent.

LAWSON. Hunt, that's a very decent woman.