'Gin ye dinna ken what he's like, what for suld ye tak the trouble
to speir? But 'deed ye'll ken what he's like whan ye fa' in wi'
him,' she added, with a vindictive laugh--vindictive because he had
given her only one glass of strong drink.
With the laugh she rose, and made for the door. They rose at the
same moment to detain her. Like one who knew at once to fight and
flee, she turned and stunned them as with a blow.
'She's a fine yoong thing, yon sister o' yours, Geordie. She'll be
worth siller by the time she's had a while at the schuil.'
The men looked at each other aghast. When they turned their eyes
she had vanished. They rushed to the door, and, parting, searched
in both directions. But they were soon satisfied that it was of no
use. Probably she had found a back way into Paternoster Row, whence
the outlets are numerous.
CHAPTER IV.
THE DOCTOR'S DEATH.
But now that Falconer had a ground, even thus shadowy, for hoping--I
cannot say believing--that his father might be in London, he could
not return to Aberdeen. Moray, who had no heart to hunt for his
mother, left the next day by the steamer. Falconer took to
wandering about the labyrinthine city, and in a couple of months
knew more about the metropolis--the west end excepted--than most
people who had lived their lives in it. The west end is no doubt a
considerable exception to make, but Falconer sought only his father,
and the west end was the place where he was least likely to find
him.
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