By reason of a breakneck ride through the Pentlands, I entered the dining-room at Stair very late one morning to find Huey MacGrath in a state of deepest gloom waiting to serve my breakfast. "Good morning, Huey," I said, opening The Glasgow Sentinel which had come by the post.…
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