I think it was then that Andrew first noticed me in the public gallery, for I saw him start. He stared fixedly at me for what seemed a long time before he responded to Mr Johnson.
“The first occasion, I was on duty in Dalkeith, and I saw Juner, the panel, addressing a rally of colliers in the High Street.”
“You saw the panel addressing a rally of colliers,” Mr Johnson repeated slowly as if that was a crime worse than regicide.
“Yes, sir.” Andrew seemed quite smug with his answer.
I was surprised when Mr Beaton eventually realised he should do something. He slowly got to his feet, sighed and spoke in a low voice. “Mr Dewar, did you hear what the panel was saying to these colliers?”
“I am sure he was exhorting them to violence,” Andrew said, to the fervent nods of Mr Johnson.
“Ah,” Mr
