I thanked him for his counsel and reached for my bag, at the signal of escaping steam.
The car door had just closed behind me when I felt a hand upon my arm and heard a now familiar voice—
"An' dinna pray ower muckle for yir ain devoted folk at hame; an' dinna ask the King an' Head o' the Kirk to fetch till us a wise under-shepherd o' the flock."
With a word of additional acknowledgment I stepped on to the station platform, but my parley with a burly cabman was interrupted by the same voice whispering in my ear—
"Ye micht mind the elders in yir prayer; gin they were led mair into the licht it wad dae nae harm to onybody."
II
A MAN With a SECRET
There was no one about the station to welcome me and none to direct, but there were many to stare and wonder.