"When we cam" into Embro Toon We were a seemly sicht to see; Ma luve was in the--
I dinna mind what ma luve was in--
"And I ma"sel in cramoisie,"
sang Merton, who had the greatest fear of being asked local questions about Moss End and Motherwell. "I dinna ken what cramoisie is, ma"sel","
he added. "Hae a drink!"
"Man, ye"re a bonny singer," said the rough, who, hitherto, had taken no hand in the conversation.
"Ma faither was a precentor," said Merton, and so, in fact, Mr. Merton _pere_ had, for a short time, been--of Salisbury Cathedral.
They were approaching Portobello, where Merton rushed to the window, thrust half of his body out and indulged in the raucous and meaningless yells of the festive artisan. Thus he tided over a rather prolonged wait, but, when the train moved on, the inquiring rough returned to the charge. He was suspicious, and also was drunk, and obstinate with all the brainless obstinacy of intoxication.
"Aw "m sayin"," he remarked to Merton, "you"re no Lairdie Bower."
"Hear till the man! Aw "m Tammy Hamilton, o" Moss End in Lanerick. Aw "m ganging to see ma Jean.
"For day or night Ma fancy"s flight Is ever wi" ma Jean-- Ma bonny, bonny, flat-footed Jean,"
sang Merton, gliding from the strains of Robert Burns into those of Mr.
Boothby. "Jean"s a Lanerick wumman," he added, "she"s in service in the Pleasance. Aw "m ganging to my Jo. Ye"ll a" hae Jos, billies?"
"Aw "m sayin"," the intoxicated rough persisted, "ye"re no a Lanerick man. Ye"re the English gentleman birkie that cam" to Kirkburn yestreen.
Or else ye"re ane o" the polis" (police).
"_Me_ ane o" the polis! Aw "m askin" the company, _div_ a look like a polisman? _Div_ a look like an English birkie, or ane o" the gentry?"
The other pa.s.sengers, decent people, thus appealed to, murmured negatives, and shook their heads. Merton certainly did not resemble a policeman, an Englishman, or a gentleman.
"Ye see naebody lippens to ye," Merton went on. "Man, if we were na a"
freens, a wad gie ye a jaud atween yer twa een! But ye"ve been drinking.
Tak anither sook!"
The rough did not reject the conciliatory offer.
"The whiskey"s low," said Merton, holding up the bottle to the light, "but there"s mair at Embro" station."
They were now drawing up at the station. Merton floundered out, threw his arms round the necks of each of the roughs, yelled to their companions in the next carriage to follow, and staggered into the third- cla.s.s refreshment room. Here he leaned against the counter and feebly ogled the attendant nymph.
"Ma lonny ba.s.sie, a mean ma bonny la.s.sie," he said, "gie"s five gills, five o" the Auld Kirk" (whisky).
"Hoots man!" he heard one of the roughs remark to another. "This falla"s no the English birkie. English he canna be."
"But aiblins he"s ane o" oor ain polis," said the man of suspicions.
"Nane o" oor polis has the gumption; and him as fou as a fiddler."
Merton, waving his gla.s.s, swallowed its contents at three gulps. He then fell on the floor, scrambled to his feet, tumbled out, and dashed his own whisky bottle through the window of the refreshment room.
"Me ane o" the polis!" he yelled, and was staggering towards the exit, when he was collared by two policemen, attracted by the noise. He embraced one of them, murmuring "ma bonny Jean!" and then doubled up, his head lolling on his shoulder. His legs and arms jerked convulsively, and he had at last to be carried off, in the manner known as "The Frog"s March," by four members of the force. The roughs followed, like chief mourners, Merton thought, at the head of the attendant crowd.
"There"s an end o" your clash about the English gentleman," Merton heard the quieter of his late companions observe to the obstinate inquirer.
"But he"s a bonny singer. And noo, wull ye tell me hoo we"re to win back to Drem the nicht?"
"Dod, we"ll make a nicht o"t," said the other, as Merton was carried into the police-station.
He permitted himself to be lifted into one of the cells, and then remarked, in the most silvery tones:
"Very many thanks, my good men. I need not give you any more trouble, except by asking you, if possible, to get me some hot water and soap, and to invite the inspector to favour me with his company."
The men nearly dropped Merton, but, finding his feet, he stood up and smiled blandly.
"Pray make no apologies," he said. "It is rather I who ought to apologise."
"He"s no drucken, and he"s no Scotch," remarked one of the policemen.
"But he"ll pa.s.s the nicht here, and maybe apologise to the Baillie in the morning," said another.
"Oh, pardon me, you mistake me," said Merton. "This is not a stupid practical joke."
"It"s no a very gude ane," said the policeman.
Merton took out a handful of gold. "I wish to pay for the broken window at once," he said. "It was a necessary part of the _mise en scene_, of the stage effect, you know. To call your attention."
"Ye"ll settle wi" the Baillie in the morning," said the policeman.
Things were looking untoward.
"Look here," said Merton, "I quite understand your point of view, it does credit to your intelligence. You take me for an English tourist, behaving as I have done by way of a joke, or for a bet?"
"That"s it, sir," said the spokesman.
"Well, it does look like that. But which of you is the senior officer here?"
"Me, sir," said the last speaker.
"Very well, if you can be so kind as to call the officer in charge of the station, or even one of senior standing--the higher the better--I can satisfy him as to my ident.i.ty, and as to my reasons for behaving as I have done. I a.s.sure you that it is a matter of the very gravest importance. If the inspector, when he has seen me, permits, I have no objections to you, or to all of you hearing what I have to say. But you will understand that this is a matter for his own discretion. If I were merely playing the fool, you must see that I have nothing to gain by giving additional annoyance and offence."
"Very well, sir, I will bring the officer in charge," said the policeman.
"Just tell him about my arrest and so on," said Merton.
In a few minutes he returned with his superior.
"Well, my man, what"s a" this aboot?" said that officer sternly.
"If you can give me an interview, alone, for five minutes, I shall enlighten you," said Merton.