nswered with easy indulgence 〃That's no' surprising。 There's mony a thing you dinna ken； Davie。〃
The landlord forgot the matter at once； but Ailie did not； for she saw the officer flush darkly and； having no answer ready； go out in silence。 In truth； the good…humored sarcasm rankled in the policeman's breast。 An hour later he suddenly came to a standstill below the clock tower of the Tron kirk on High Street； and he chuckled。
〃Eh； John Traill。 Ye're unco' weel furnished i' the heid； but there's ane or twa things ye dinna ken yer ainsel'。〃
Entirely taken up with his brilliant idea； he lost no time in putting it to work。 He dodged among the standing cabs and around the buttresses of St。 Giles that projected into the thoroughfare。 In the mid…century there was a police office in the middle of the front of the historic old cathedral that had then fallen to its lowest ebb of fortune。 There the officer reported a matter that was strictly within the line of his duty。
Very early the next morning he was standing before the door of Mr。 Traill's place； in the fitful sunshine of clearing skies； when the landlord appeared to begin the business of the day。
〃Are ye Maister John Traill？〃
〃Havers； Davie！ What ails you； man？ You know my name as weel as you know your ain。〃
〃It's juist a formality o' the law to mak' ye admit yer identity。 Here's a bit paper for ye。〃 He thrust an official…looking document into Mr。 Traill's hand and took himself away across the bridge； fair satisfied with his conduct of an affair of subtlety。
It required five minutes for Mr。 Traill to take in the import of the legal form。 Then a wrathful explosion vented itself on the unruly key that persisted in dodging the keyhole。 But once within he read the paper again； put it away thoughtfully in an inner pocket； and outwardly subsided to his ordinary aspect。 He despatched the business of the day with unusual attention to details and courtesy to guests； and when； in mid afternoon； the place was empty； he followed Bobby to the kirkyard and inquired at the lodge if he could see Mr。 Brown。
〃He isna so ill； noo； Maister Traill； but I wadna advise ye to hae muckle to say to 'im。〃 Mistress Jeanie wore the arch look of the wifie who is somewhat amused by a convalescent husband's ill humors。 〃The pains grupped 'im sair； an' noo that he's easier he'd see us a' hanged wi' pleesure。 Is it onything by the ordinar'？〃
〃Nae。 It's just a sma' matter I can attend to my ainsel'。 Do you think he could be out the morn？〃
〃No' afore a week or twa； an' syne； gin the bonny sun comes oot to bide a wee。〃
Mr。 Traill left the kirkyard and went out to George Square to call upon the minister of Greyfriars auld kirk。 The errand was unfruitful； and he was back in ten minutes； to spend the evening alone； without even the consolation of Bobby's company； for the little dog was unhappy outside the kirkyard after sunset。 And he took an unsettling thought to bed with him。
Here was a pretty kettle of fish； indeed； for a respected member of a kirk and middle…aged business man to fry in。 Through the legal verbiage Mr。 Traill made out that he was summoned to appear before whatever magistrate happened to be sitting on the morrow in the Burgh court； to answer to the charge of owning； or harboring； one dog； upon which he had not paid the license tax of seven shillings。
For all its absurdity it was no laughing matter。 The municipal court of Edinburgh was of far greater dignity than the ordinary justice court of the United Kingdom and of America。 The civic bench was occupied； in turn； by no less a personage than the Lord Provost as chief； and by five other magistrates elected by the Burgh council from among its own membership。 Men of standing in business； legal and University circles； considered it an honor and a duty to bring their knowledge and responsibility to bear on the pettiest police cases。
It was morning before Mr。 Traill had the glimmer of an idea to take with him on this unlucky business。 An hour before the opening of court he crossed the bridge into High Street； which was then as picturesquely Gothic and decaying and overpopulated as the Cowgate； but high…set； wind…swept and sun…searched； all the way up the sloping mile from Holyrood Palace to the Castle。 The ridge fell away steeply； through rifts of wynds and closes； to the Cowgate ravine on the one hand； and to Princes Street's parked valley on the other。 Mr。 Traill turned into the narrow descent of Warriston Close。 Little more than a crevice in the precipice of tall； old buildings； on it fronted a business house whose firm name was known wherever the English language was read： 〃W。 and R。 Chambers； Publishers。〃
From top to bottom the place was gas…lit； even on a sunny spring morning； and it hummed and clattered with printing…presses。 No one was in the little anteroom to the editorial offices beside a young clerk； but at sight of a red…headed； freckle…faced Heriot laddie of Bobby's puppyhood days Mr。 Traill's spirits rose。
〃A gude day to you； Sandy McGregor； and whaur's your auld twin conspirator； Geordie Ross？〃
〃He's a student in the Medical College； Mr。 Traill。 He went by this meenit to the Botanical Garden for herbs my grandmither has aye known without books。〃 Sandy grinned in appreciation of this foolishness； but he added； with Scotch shrewdness； 〃It's gude for the book…prenting beesiness。〃
〃It is so；〃 the landlord agreed； heartily。 〃But you must no' be forgetting that the Chambers brothers war book readers and sellers before they war publishers。 You are weel set up in life； laddie； and Heriot's has pulled the warst of the burrs from your tongue。 I'm wanting to see Glenormiston。〃
〃Mr。 William Chambers is no' in。 Mr。 Robert is aye in； but he's no' liking to be fashed about sma' things。〃
〃I'll no' trouble him。 It's the Lord Provost I'm wanting； on ofeecial beesiness。〃 He requested Sandy to ask Glenormiston； if he came in； to come over to the Burgh court and spier for Mr。 Traill。
〃It's no' his day to sit as magistrate； and he's no' like to go unless it's a fair sairious matter。〃
〃Ay； it is； laddie。 It's a matter of life and death； I'm thinking！〃 He smiled grimly； as it entered his head that he might be driven to do violence to that meddling policeman。 The yellow gas…light gave his face such a sardonic aspect that Sandy turned pale。
〃Wha's death； man？〃
Mr。 Traill kept his own counsel； but at the door he turned： 〃You'll no' be remembering the bittie terrier that lived in the kirkyard？〃
The light of boyhood days broke in Sandy's grin。 〃Ay； I'll no' be forgetting the sonsie tyke。 He was a deil of a dog to tak' on a holiday。 Is he still faithfu' to his dead master？〃
〃He is that； and for his faithfu'ness he's like to be dead himsel'。 The police are takin' up masterless dogs an' putting them out o' the way。 I'll mak' a gude fight for Bobby in the Burgh court。〃
〃I'll fight with you； man。〃 The spirit of the McGregor clan； though much diluted and subdued by town living； brought Sandy down from a three…legged stool。 He called another clerk to take his place； and made off to find the Lord Provost； powerful friend of hameless dogs。 Mr。 Traill hastened down to the Royal Exchange； below St。 Giles and on the northern side of High Street。
Less than a century old； this municipal building was modern among ancient rookeries。 To High Street it presented a classic front of four stories； recessed by flanking wings； around three sides of a quadrangular courtyard。 Near the entrance there was a row of barber shops and coffee…rooms。 Any one having business with the city offices went through a corridor between these places of small trade to the stairway court behind them。 On the floor above； one had to inquire of some uniformed attendant in which of the oaken； ante…roomed halls the Burgh court was sitting。 And by the time one got there all the pride of civic history of the ancient royal Burgh； as set forth in portrait and statue and a museum of antiquities； was apt to take the lime out of the backbone of a man less courageous than Mr。 Traill。 What a car of juggernaut to roll over one； small； masterless terrier！
But presently the landlord found himself on his feet； and not so ill at ease。 A Scottish court； high or low； civil or criminal； had a flavor all its own。 Law points were threshed over with gusto； but counsel； client； and witness gained many a point by ready wit； and there was no lack of dry humor from the bench。 About the Burgh court； for all its stately setting； there was little formality。 The magistrate of the day sat behind a tall desk； with a clerk of record at his elbow； and the officer gave his testimony briefly： Edinburgh being quite overrun by stray and unlicensed dogs； orders had recently been given the Burgh police to report such animals。 In Mr。 Traill's place he had seen a small terrier that appeared to be at home there； and； indeed； on the dog's going out； Mr。 Traill had called a servant lassie to fetch a bone； and to open the door for him。 He noticed that the animal wore no collar； and felt it his duty to report the matter。
By the time Mr。 Traill was called to answer to the charge a number of curious idlers had gathered on the back benches。 He admitted his name and address； but denied that he either owned or was harboring a dog。 The magistrate fixed a cold eye upon him； and asked if he meant to contradict the testimony of the officer。
〃Nae； your Honor； and he might have seen the same thing ony week…day of the past eight and a half years。 But the bit terrier is no' my ain dog。〃 Suddenly； the memory of the stormy night； the sick old man and the pathos of his renunciation of the only beating heart in the world that loved him〃Bobby isna ma ain dog！〃 swept over the remorseful landlord。 He was filled with a fierce championship of the wee Highlander； whose loyalty to that dead master had brought him to this strait。
To the magistrate Mr。 Traill's tossed…up head had the effect of defiance； and brought a sharp rebuke。 〃Don't split hairs； Mr。 Traill。 You are wasting the time of the court。 You admit feeding the dog。 Who is his master and where does he sleep？〃
〃His master is in his grave in auld Greyfriars kirkyard； and the dog has aye slept there on the mound。〃
The magistrate leaned over his