CHAPTER NINE
At 165 feet high, the Old Steeple dominated the centre of Dundee, although Watters found the 232 steps quite strenuous after a busy daytime shift. Watters and Scuddamore could see most of the town centre from the chamber at the top as they stood with their telescopes poised, scanning every street.
“Thank goodness the lamplighter will be here soon,” Watters said as the evening light faded. “Or we’ll be wasting our time up here.”
Scuddamore laughed. “After all the effort to climb the stairs, too. I do wish we had more men, Sergeant.”
“So do I,” Watters agreed. “But we don’t know who to trust. When I reminded Mr Mackay about Lieutenant Kinghorn, he saw my reasoning. We’ll have to cope with the two of us, plus Duff down there on the ground.”
Scuddamore gave a low chuckle. “Du
