“Do you know whether he was married?”
The question caused the women to laugh in a significant way, and one answered me thus—
“I should think Billy had as many wives as he had fingers and toes.”
“But you know nothing for certain about his domestic affairs?”
“No.”
“Did he travel about the country?”
“Oh, yes; he was always on the move.”
“How long is it since you saw him?”
“Well, let me see now. I should say it was nearly six months.”
“Did he make Glasgow his home?”
“Yes; as far as I know, he did.”
“Do you know where he used to stay?”
“Yes; well—that is, I knew where he stayed at one time.”
“Where was that?”
“Do you know Anderston’s Quay?”
“I do.”
“Very well. There is a street called Cheapside Street runs away up from it.”
“There is,” I remarked.
“And in it is Mulready’s lodg
