Three weeks, sir, ’I said.
He was a secretive man, Alexander was. Perhaps he didn’t talk much about me? Or about the house of Shaws?
I never knew he had a brother, sir, or ever heard the name of Shaws.
To think of that! He replied. A strange man! But be seemed very pleased, and began to look at me with more interest. Soon he jumped up and said, we’re going to get on well, Davie! What’s mine is yours, man, and what’s your is mine. Blood’s thicker than water, and there’s only ye and me of the name of Balfour. Now I’ll show ye to your bed