Not a Damned Thing
Outside the Clachan Hall stood a police sergeant and a constable. 'Yes, MacLachlan, said the sergeant; 'just so : you've been at it again,' 'You've been creating in the Pibroch again,' said the constable, a fresh-faced boy with an ambitious glint in his eye. 'Who told you that
story?' said the Highlandman. have not been doing a damned thing.' It's all right,' said the sergeant sternly. 'We know all about it. The manager has been on to us. Oh, indeed he has.' He's done nothing out of the way,' said I. 'Are You Mr. Pepper?' said the sergeant. I nodded. 'The manager is not very pleased with you either, no, and he says that you'll not sleep in the Pibroch tonight., 'In the name of God,' cried the High- landman; 'that fellow is fairly off his bead.: M. acLachlan,' said the young copper; 'isn't it time You were getting home?' Is it, hell!' said the Highlandman, and the boy pulled out his notebook. 'You'd better be going,' I said to the HIghlandman, 'Never mind about me.' He threw up his arms and made off into the darkness. 'We'll be seeing you tomorrow, MacLachlan,' called the Young copper after him. The sergeant turned to me. 'A friend of yours?' An acquaintance, you'd Y. I met him tonight for the first time. But 'what's this,' said I, queasy, 'about my being turned out of the Pibroch?' We'll run you back to the hotel and you will hear for yourself, so you Will, said the sergeant.
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