"Sit down, Mr. McCunn. Take the arm-chair by the fire. I've had a wire
from Glendonan and Speirs about you. I was just going to have a glass of
toddy--a grand thing for these uncertain April nights. You'll join me?
No? Well, you'll smoke anyway. There's cigars at your elbow. Certainly,
a pipe if you like. This is Liberty Hall."
Dickson found some difficulty in the part for which he had cast himself.
He had expected to condescend upon an elderly inept and give him sharp
instructions; instead he found himself faced with a jovial, virile
figure which certainly did not suggest incompetence. It has been
mentioned already that he had always great difficulty in looking any one
in the face, and this difficulty was intensified when he found himself
confronted with bold and candid eyes. He felt abashed and a little
nervous.
"I've come to see you about Huntingtower House," he began.
"I know. So Glendonan's informed me. Well, I'm very glad to hear it. The
place has been standing empty far too long, and that is worse for a new
house than an old house. There's not much money to spend on it either,
unless we can make sure of a good tenant. How did you hear about it?"
"I was taking a bit holiday and I spent a night at Dalquharter with an
old auntie of mine. You must understand I've just retired from business,
and I'm thinking of finding a country place. I used to have the big
provision shop in Mearns Street--now the United Supply Stores, Limited.
You've maybe heard of it?"
The other bowed and smiled. "Who hasn't? The name of Dickson McCunn is
known far beyond the city of Glasgow."
Dickson was not insensible of the flattery, and he continued with more
freedom. "I took a walk and got a glisk of the House and I liked the
look of it. You see, I want a quiet bit a good long way from a town, and
at the same time a house with all modern conveniences. I suppose
Huntingtower has that?"
"When it was built fifteen years ago it was considered a model--six
bathrooms, its own electric light plant, steam heating, an independent
boiler for hot water, the whole bag of tricks. I won't say but what some
of these contrivances will want looking to, for the place has been some
time empty, but there can be nothing very far wrong, and I can guarantee
that the bones of the house are good."
"Well, that's all right," said Dickson. "I don't mind spending a little
money myself if the place suits me. But of that, of course, I'm not yet
certain, for I've only had a glimpse of the outside. I wanted to get
into the policies, but a man at the lodge wouldn't let me. They're a
mighty uncivil lot down there."
"I'm very sorry to hear that," said Mr. Loudon in a tone of concern.
"Ay, and if I take the place I'll stipulate that you get rid of the
lodgekeepers."
"There won't be the slightest difficulty about that, for they are only
weekly tenants. But I'm vexed to hear they were uncivil. I was glad to
get any tenant that offered, and they were well recommended to me."
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