“They won’t come to that house.”
“Why ever not?”
Sandy surveyed me as if working out something. “How many people have warned you about living there?”
“Many,” I admitted.
“Well, why don’t you take their advice and b****y leave?”
“I’ll be damned if I will,” I said, wincing as my wound began to bite.
“You’ll be damned if you don’t,” Sandy said quietly. He looked up, his eyes narrow under creased brows. “You told me once that you’re not a local man, Doctor.”
“I am not,” I said. “I’m a Borderer, educated in Glasgow.” I signalled to Mrs McGuffy for another refill.
“Have you ever heard about Major Weir?” Sandy asked abruptly.
I admitted that the name meant nothing to me.
Sandy waited until Mrs McGuffy was out of hearing before he continued. “You won’t believe much of what I tell you,” h
