CHAPTER IV

THE RECONNAISSANCE OF CASTLE GAY The westering sun was lighting up the homely furniture of Mrs Catterick's best room--the sheepskins on the floor, the framed photographs decorated with strings of curlews' eggs on the walls--when Dougal and Jaikie entered the presence of the great man. Mr Craw was not at the moment an impressive figure. The schoolmaster's son of Kilmaclavers had been so long habituated to the attentions of an assiduous valet that he had found some difficulty in making his own toilet. His scanty hair…