"I do. Any time these three years."
"Under what name is she known to you?"
"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.