ADVENTURE OF RADICAL CANDIDATE
For myself, once I got my wind back, I was rather glad than otherwise. This was one way of getting rid of the car.
"My blame, sir," I answered him. "It's lucky that I did not add homicide to my follies. That's the end of my Scotch motor tour, but it might have been the end of my life."
He plucked out a watch and studied it.
"You're the right sort of fellow," he said. "I can spare a quarter of an hour, and my house is two minutes off. I'll see you clothed and fed and snug in bed. Where's your kit, by the way? Is it in the burn along with the car?"
"It's in my pocket," I said, brandishing a tooth-brush. "I'm a colonial and travel light."
"A colonial," he cried. "By Gad, you're the very man I've been praying for. Are you by any blessed chance a Free Trader?"
"I am," said I, without the foggiest notion of what he meant.
He patted my shoulder and hurried me into his car. Three minutes later we drew up be-
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