Archie shrugged his shoulders and rose up.
“Now, what are you going to do?” he said.
“I am going to take you to Brechin.”
“Come, then,” said Archie, “we shall finish our journey together after all. It has been a hard day. I am glad it is over.”
They went out together. As Callandar drew the door to behind them Archie stood still.
“If I have dealt double with Logie, I will not do so with the king,” said he. “This is the way out of my difficulty. Do you understand me, Callandar?”
The darkness hid the soldier’s face.
Perhaps of all the people who had played their part in the tangle of destiny, character, circumstance, or whatsoever influences had brought Flemington to the point at which he stood, he was the one who understood him best.