‘He’s like the other lads, sir.’
‘All the better. Does he smoke?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Then pray bring me a pipe of his and some of his tobacco. And, ah yes, does he possess such a thing as an old greatcoat?’
‘His auld ane’s sair worn, sir.’
‘Never mind, he had better walk up in it. He has a better one?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I think that is all,’ said Merton. ‘You understand, Mrs. Bower, that I am going away dressed as your grandson, while your grandson, dressed as myself, returns to his house to-night, and to work to-morrow. But it is not to be known that I have gone away. I am to be supposed ill in bed here for a day or two. You will bring my meals into the room at the usual hours, and Logan—of course you can trust Dr. Douglas?’
‘I do.’
‘Then he had better be summoned to my sick bed here to-morrow. I may be so ill that he will have to call twice. That will keep up the belief that I am here.’