Chapter TwoThe Duke of Strathnaver threw himself down in a comfortable chair.
“Four before breakfast,” he said, “and two more now. That is not bad for a morning’s fishing!”
“You might have told me that you were going out so early,” his friend the Honourable Harry Vernon complained.
“My dear fellow,” the Duke answered, “you were so tired last night after that exhausting journey that I thought it would be sheer cruelty to drag you out at such an early hour.”
“I admit I cannot really see the attraction of rising with the dawn,” Harry said.
“Virgin water, my dear boy! The early bird who gets to the river before it is disturbed by other fishermen, dogs, cattle, stags, anything you like to name, has a better chance of catching, in this case, his salmon than anyone who comes later.”
“You ha
