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his way… . There's somebody else at work on this job, somebody that<br />
wants to have it believed that Craw is out of the country."<br />
Jaikie shook a sceptical head.<br />
"You were always too ingenious, Dougal. You've got Craw on the<br />
brain, and are determined to find melodrama… . Order my breakfast like<br />
a good chap. I'll be down in twenty minutes."<br />
Jaikie bathed in the ancient contrivance of wood and tin, which was all<br />
that the inn provided, and was busy shaving when Dougal returned. The<br />
latter sat himself resolutely on the bed.<br />
"The sooner we're at the <strong>Castle</strong> the better," he observed, as if the remark<br />
were the result of a chain of profound reasoning. "The more I think<br />
of this affair the less I like it. I'm not exactly in love with Craw, but he's<br />
my chief, and I'm for him every time against his trade rivals. Compared<br />
to the Wire crowd, Craw is respectable. What I want to get at is the state<br />
of mind of the folk in the <strong>Castle</strong>. They're afraid of the journalists, and<br />
they've cause. A fellow like Tibbets is as dangerous as nitro-glycerine.<br />
They've lost Craw, and they want to keep it quiet till they find him again.<br />
So far it's plain sailing. But what in Heaven's name did they mean by<br />
barricading the gate at the big lodge?"<br />
"To prevent themselves being taken by surprise by journalists in<br />
motor-cars or on motor-bicycles," said Jaikie, who was now trying to flatten<br />
out his rebellious hair.<br />
"But that's not sense. To barricade the gate was just to give the journalists<br />
the kind of news they wanted. 'Mr Craw's House in a State of Siege.'<br />
'Amazing Precautions at <strong>Castle</strong> <strong>Gay</strong>'—think of the headlines! Barbon and<br />
the rest know everything about newspaper tricks, and we must assume<br />
that they haven't suddenly become congenital idiots… . No, Jaikie my<br />
lad, they're afraid—blind afraid—of something more than the journalists,<br />
and the sooner we find out what it is the better for you and me and<br />
Craw… . I'll give you twenty minutes to eat your breakfast, and then we<br />
take the road. It'll be by the bridge and the water-side, the same as last<br />
night."<br />
It was a still hazy autumn morning with the promise of a warm midday.<br />
The woods through which the two sped were loud with pheasants,<br />
the shooting of which would be at the best perfunctory, for the tenant at<br />
the <strong>Castle</strong> never handled a gun. No one was on the road, except an aged<br />
stonebreaker in a retired nook. They hid their bicycles with some care in<br />
a mossy covert, for they might be for some time separated from them,<br />
and, after a careful reconnaissance to see that they were unobserved,<br />
entered the park by way of the bridge parapet, the traverse and the ten-<br />
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