CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Watters had never previously visited Elgin. The capital of Elginshire, the town sat beside the River Lossie between Inverness and Aberdeen. It boasted impressive streets of solid buildings and the ruins of a mediaeval castle and cathedral.
The station master gave him explicit directions to the police office.
“Aye, they’ll help you,” the station master said. “Or maybe arrest you, depending on their mood.” Watters was unsure if the station master was joking as he walked to the police office, made himself known and explained the reason for his visit.
“You’ve come a long way just for a few questions,” a red-faced sergeant said. “I could have told you the answer in a telegram.”
“I preferred to hear it from the horse’s mouth,” Watters said. “Do you know who could tell me ab
