The Volunteers stared at him, not yet disciplined enough to remain expressionless. "We are going on a wee march through Dundee to pay a call on our missing man. Corporal Tulloch!"
"Sergeant." Tulloch stepped forward, his face set hard.
Watters spoke quietly to him for a few minutes. "Have you got that?"
Tulloch nodded. "Aye. I"ve got that."
Watters led them from the Broughty sands to the eastern suburbs of Dundee. Carts already crowded the road plus an occasional carriage and a horseman or two out for exercise, but Watters stopped for nobody and nothing. After the forced march, the men were flagging when they reached the new Gas Works at Peep o" Day. Watters turned into the narrow close that led to Foundry Lane. It was now seven on the dark autumn morning, with the air crisp and the su
