‘I am pleased for them. Morag has not had an easy life. But what about that business chappie, the Dundee fellow? Was there anything in the match-fixing stuff? I saw Cora’s article about it.’
‘Nothing substantial.’
Crusoe suddenly sat up and pricked up his ears.
‘What about Rab McNeish? Will there be charges?’
‘I don’t know,’ Torquil replied, reaching down and stroking the dog. ‘That’s up to the Scottish SPCA, not us. All I can say is it was a grand day that I found Crusoe washed up on St Ninian’s Cove. He saved my life.’
‘And so now can I take it he’ll be staying with us?’
Torquil raised his glass and took a sip. ‘That depends on Lorna, I think.’
Crusoe sat up and started wagging his tail. Then he gave a short bark.
‘What depends on me?’ came Lorna’s voice from the hall.
‘Lorna!’ Torquil cried, jumping up and running to sweep her into his arms.
‘I thought I would surprise you. The boss let me have my time after all, now that he’s making his name for that drug clean-up. They’re tracing the suppliers all the way back to South America. He might get his MBE one day.’
Crusoe sat down and barked.
‘And who is this?’ Lorna asked, bending and stroking his ears. ‘He’s a bonny dog.’
‘He saved my life, Lorna.’
‘You’re joking. Tell me about it.’
‘Later,’ Torquil replied. ‘It’s a long shaggy tale.’ He kissed her and she kissed him back.
Lachlan gazed ceilingwards and sighed. ‘Come on, Crusoe. They might be some time. Let’s go and see if we can scare up a rabbit or two on the golf course.’
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© Keith Moray 2010
First published in Great Britain 2010
This edition 2011
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