‘Laird is on the day shift, sir.’
‘When does he leave his work?’
‘About six, sir.’
‘That is good. As soon as he appears—’
‘I’ll wait for him at the pit’s mouth, sir.’
‘Thank you. You will take him to his house; he lives with your son?’
‘Yes, sir, with his father.’
‘Make him change his working clothes—but he need not wash his face much—and bring him here. Mr. Logan, I mean Lord Fastcastle, will want him. Now, Mrs. Bower—you see I trust you absolutely—what he is wanted for is this. I shall dress in your grandson’s clothes, I shall blacken my hands and face slightly, and I must get to Drem. Have I time to reach the station by ten minutes past seven?’
‘By fast walking, sir.’
‘Mr. Logan and your grandson—your grandson in my clothes—will walk later to your son’s house, as they find a chance, unobserved, say about eleven at night. They will stay there for some time. Then they will be joined by some of the police, who will accompany Mr. Logan home again. Your grandson will go to his work as usual in the morning. That is all. You quite understand? You have nothing to do but to bring your grandson here, dressed as I said, as soon as he leaves his work. Oh, wait a moment! Is your grandson a teetotaller?’