wn to young soldiers who grumble at twenty-four hours' guard
duty. How do you do, sir!" The great man, whom the Queen knighted later,
and whom the University he was too poor to attend as a lad honored with
a degree, stooped from the Regent's Tomb and shook Bobby's lifted paw
with grave courtesy. Then, leaving the little dog to entertain himself,
he turned easily to his own most absorbing interest of the moment.

"Do you happen to care for Edinburgh antiquities, Mr. Traill?
Reformation piety made sad havoc of art everywhere. Man, come here!"

Down into the lime dust the Lord Provost and the landlord went, in their
good black clothes, for a glimpse of a bit of sculpturing on a tomb that
had been walled in to make a passage. A loose brick removed, behind and
above it, the sun flashed through fragments of emerald and ruby glass
of a saint's robe, in a bricked up window. Such buried and forgotten
treasure, Glenormiston explained, filled the entire south transept. In
the High Kirk, that then filled the eastern end of the cathedral, they
went up a cheap wooden stairway, to the pew-filled gallery that was
built into the old choir, and sat down. Mr. Traill's eyes sparkled.
Glenormiston was a man after his own heart, and they were getting along
famously; but, oh! it began to seem more and more unlikely that a Lord
Provost, who was concerned about such braw things as the restoration of
the old cathedral and letting the sun into the ancient tenements, should
be much interested in a small, masterless dog.

"Man, auld John Knox will turn over in his bit grave in Parliament Close
if you put a 'kist o' whustles' in St. Giles." Mr. Traill laughed.

"I admit I might have stopped short of the organ but for the courageous
example of Doctor Lee in Greyfriars. It was from him that I had a quite
extravagant account of this wee, leal Highlander a few years ago. I have
aye meant to go to see him; but I'm a busy man and the matter passed out
of mind. Mr. Traill, I'm your sadly needed witness: I heard you from the
doorway of the court-room, and I sent up a note confirming your story
and asking, as a courtesy, that the case be turned over to me for some
exceptional disposal. Would you mind telling another man the tale that
so moved Doctor Lee? I've aye had a fondness for the human document."

So there, above the pulpit of the High Kirk of St. Giles, the tale was
told again, so strangely did this little dog's life come to be linked
with the high