"Betsy Brown is her real name, but she has gone by twenty others."
"By twenty, do you say?"
"There or thereabouts. She always flies at high game; and, being a remarkably clever woman, she passes herself off for a lady."
"Have you ever seen her elsewhere than in Glasgow?"
"I have."
"Where?"
"At Jedburgh."
I cannot tell what impulse it was that made me twitch Strachan's gown at this moment. It was not altogether a suspicion, but rather a presentiment of coming danger. Strachan took the hint and changed his line.
"Can you specify any of her other names?"
"I can. There are half-a-dozen of them here on the pawn-tickets. Shall I read them?"