"Aye, but I do, ma laddie. Ye were sae taken up wi' yer tale of woe,--and verra sad it wis,--that ye didna hear nor see. But I keeked oot o' the tail o' ma ee, and saw,--though tae be sure I didna weel ken at the time it wis yer lawfu' uncle. Hed I kenned I micht hae touched him for a shullin' or two."
"You evidently robbed Herries instead," said Kyles contemptuously.
"Eh, but that's actionable. I'll hale ye afore the magistrate for yon speech. Hoo d'y' ken I wis in Herries' room."
"I heard you muttering to yourself. Your accent betrayed you."
"Well, and wherefore no. I joost looked in tae see that my puir laddie wis asleep."
"And you took his money. Pope Narby found that out."
Gowrie turned wrathfully on the culprit.
"D'y' ken yon's a base lee?"
"Here," interrupted Herries, growing weary of all this talk, "get on with what you have to say, Captain Kyles. We can settle these minor details later. What did you do when Narby did not return?"
"I waited until the morning, then assumed Sir Simon's coat and boldly walked out of the inn."