HUNT. And a very decent woman may have mighty queer pals, Mr.
Procurator-Fiscal. Lord love you, sir, I don't know what the
profession would do without 'em!

LAWSON. Ye're vera richt, Hunt. An active and a watchful
officer. I'll send her in till ye.


SCENE II

HUNT (SOLUS)

Two hundred pounds reward. Curious thing. One burglary after
another, and these Scotch blockheads without a man to show for
it. Jock runs east, and Sawney cuts west; everything's at a
deadlock; and they go on calling themselves thief-catchers! [By
jingo, I'll show them how we do it down South! Well, I've worn
out a good deal of saddle leather over Jemmy Rivers; but here's
for new breeches if you like.] Let's have another queer at the
list. (READS.) 'Humphrey Moore, otherwise Badger; aged forty,
thick-set, dark, close-cropped; has been a prize-fighter; no
apparent occupation.' Badger's an old friend of mine, 'George
Smith, otherwise the Dook, otherwise Jingling Geordie; red-haired
and curly, slight, flash; an old thimble-rig; has been a
stroller; suspected of smuggling; an associate of loose women.'
G. S., Esquire, is another of my flock. 'Andrew Ainslie,
otherwise Slink Ainslie; aged thirty-five; thin, white-faced,
lank-haired; no occupation; has been in trouble for reset of
theft and subornation of youth; might be useful as king's