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or you will bewitch the captain, too.”

      At this notion he smiled, but he also ceased looking at her. Suddenly the Egyptian again began to cry.

      “You’re angry wi’ me,” she sobbed. “I wish I had never set een on you.”

      “Why do you wish that?” Halliwell asked.

      “Fine you ken,” she answered, and again covered her face with her hands.

      He looked at her undecidedly.

      “I am not angry with you,” he said, gently. “You are an extraordinary girl.”

      Had he really made a conquest of this beautiful creature? Her words said so, but had he? The captain could not make up his mind. He gnawed his moustache in doubt.

      There was silence, save for the Egyptian’s sobs. Halliwell’s heart was touched, and he drew nearer her.

      “My poor girl – ”

      He stopped. Was she crying? Was she not laughing at him rather? He became red.

      The gypsy peeped at him between her fingers, and saw that he was of two minds. She let her hands fall from her face, and undoubtedly there were tears on her cheeks.

      “If you’re no angry wi’ me,” she said, sadly, “how will you no look at me?”

      “I am looking at you now.”

      He was very close to her, and staring into her wonderful eyes. I am older than the Captain, and those eyes have dazzled me.

      “Captain dear.”

      She put her hand in his. His chest rose. He knew she was seeking to beguile him, but he could not take his eyes off hers. He was in a worse plight than a woman listening to the first whisper of love.

      Now she was further from him, but the spell held. She reached the door, without taking her eyes from his face. For several seconds he had been as a man mesmerised.

      Just in time he came to. It was when she turned from him to find the handle of the door. She was turning it when his hand fell on hers so suddenly that she screamed. He twisted her round.

      “Sit down there,” he said hoarsely, pointing to the chair upon which he had flung his cloak. She dared not disobey. Then he leant against the door, his back to her, for just then he wanted no one to see his face. The gypsy sat very still and a little frightened.

      Halliwell opened the door presently, and called to the soldier on duty below.

      “Davidson, see if you can find the sheriff. I want him. And Davidson – ”

      The captain paused.

      “Yes,” he muttered, and the old soldier marvelled at his words, “it is better. Davidson, lock this door on the outside.”

      Davidson did as he was ordered, and again the Egyptian was left alone with Halliwell.

      “Afraid of a woman!” she said, contemptuously, though her heart sank when she heard the key turn in the lock.

      “I admit it,” he answered, calmly.

      He walked up and down the room, and she sat silently watching him.

      “That story of yours about the sheriff was not true,” he said at last.

      “I suspect it wasna,” answered the Egyptian coolly. “Hae you been thinking about it a’ this time? Captain, I could tell you what you’re thinking now. You’re wishing it had been true, so that the ane o’ you couldna lauch at the other.”

      “Silence!” said the captain, and not another word would he speak until he heard the sheriff coming up the stair. The Egyptian trembled at his step, and rose in desperation.

      “Why is the door locked?” cried the sheriff, shaking it.

      “All right,” answered Halliwell; “the key is on your side.”

      At that moment the Egyptian knocked the lamp off the table, and the room was at once in darkness. The officer sprang at her, and, catching her by the skirt, held on.

      “Why are you in darkness?” asked the sheriff, as he entered.

      “Shut the door,” cried Halliwell. “Put your back to it.”

      “Don’t tell me the woman has escaped?”

      “I have her, I have her! She capsized the lamp, the little jade. Shut the door.”

      Still keeping firm hold of her, as he thought, the captain relit the lamp with his other hand. It showed an extraordinary scene. The door was shut, and the sheriff was guarding it. Halliwell was clutching the cloth of the bailie’s seat. There was no Egyptian.

      A moment passed before either man found his tongue.

      “Open the door. After her!” cried Halliwell.

      But the door would not open. The Egyptian had fled and locked it behind her.

      What the two men said to each other, it would not be fitting to tell. When Davidson, who had been gossiping at the corner of the town-house, released his captain and the sheriff, the gypsy had been gone for some minutes.

      “But she shan’t escape us,” Riach cried, and hastened out to assist in the pursuit.

      Halliwell was in such a furious temper that he called up Davidson and admonished him for neglect of duty.

      Chapter Eight.

      3 A.M. – MONSTROUS AUDACITY OF THE WOMAN

      Not till the stroke of three did Gavin turn homeward, with the legs of a ploughman, and eyes rebelling against over-work. Seeking to comfort his dejected people, whose courage lay spilt on the brae, he had been in as many houses as the policemen. The soldiers marching through the wynds came frequently upon him, and found it hard to believe that he was always the same one. They told afterwards that Thrums was remarkable for the ferocity of its women, and the number of its little ministers. The morning was nipping cold, and the streets were deserted, for the people had been ordered within doors. As he crossed the Roods, Gavin saw a gleam of red-coats. In the back wynd he heard a bugle blown. A stir in the Banker’s close spoke of another seizure. At the top of the school wynd two policeman, of whom one was Wearyworld, stopped the minister with the flash of a lantern.

      “We dauredna let you pass, sir,” the Tilliedrum man said, “without a good look at you. That’s the orders.”

      “I hereby swear,” said Wearyworld, authoritatively, “that this is no the Egyptian. Signed, Peter Spens, policeman, called by the vulgar, Wearyworld. Mr. Dishart, you can pass, unless you’ll bide a wee and gie us your crack.”

      “You have not found the gypsy, then?” Gavin asked.

      “No,” the other policeman said, “but we ken she’s within cry o’ this very spot, and escape she canna.”

      “What mortal man can do,” Wearyworld said, “we’re 70 doing: ay, and mair, but she’s auld wecht, and may find bilbie in queer places. Mr. Dishart, my official opinion is that this Egyptian is fearsomely like my snuff-spoon. I’ve kent me drap that spoon on the fender, and be beat to find it in an hour. And yet, a’ the time I was sure it was there. This is a gey mysterious world, and women’s the uncanniest things in’t. It’s hardly mous to think how uncanny they are.”

      “This one deserves to be punished,” Gavin said, firmly; “she incited the people to riot.”

      “She did,” agreed Wearyworld, who was supping ravenously on sociability; “ay, she even tried her tricks on me, so that them that kens no better thinks she fooled me. But she’s cracky. To gie her her due, she’s cracky, and as for her being a cuttie, you’ve said yoursel, Mr. Dishart, that we’re all desperately wicked. But we’re sair tried. Has it ever struck you that the trouts bites best on the Sabbath? God’s critturs tempting decent men.”

      “Come alang,” cried the Tilliedrum man, impatiently.

      “I’m coming, but I maun give Mr. Dishart permission to pass first. Hae you heard, Mr. Dishart,” Wearyworld

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