The Prince drew a card from his pocket. “Crombie,” he read. “The right-hand man of the great Craw. I haven’t seen him, but he has written to me. I felt that I was bound to treat him with some consideration, so he is coming here at three o’clock.”
“You’ll bring him to me at once,” said Dickson joyfully. “Man, you know him—you saw him in the Canonry—a lad with a red head and a dour face. It’s my old friend Dougal, and you can trust him to the other side of Tophet. You’ll bring him straight up, and you’ll never let on it’s me. He’ll get the surprise of his life.”
Mr McCunn was not disappointed. Dougal at three o’clock was duly ushered into the room by Count Casimir. “Your Royal Highness, I have to present Mr Crombie of the Craw Press,” he said, and bowed himself out.
Dougal made an awkward
