“He tried to stand. The pain was agonising. On hands and knees he crawled the short distance to the railings and stared helplessly through at the road with its bustling morning traffic, walkers and riders, carriages driving towards Princes Street and the West End. 'Help me, help me, please.' But the first passer by, a respectably dressed middle-aged woman walking with a small child, gave him a look of horror and speedily averted her eyes as if from some improper sight. Propelling the child along..., ignoring shrill questions and backward glances, she hurried on, deaf and blind to his distress. Next came three young girls, whispering and giggling as they walked arm-in-arm down the Wynd. 'Ladies, ladies. Please help me.' They slowed down momentarily. 'I'm a police officer,' he added desperately, trying to sound stern and convincing. Hands on hips the trio regarded him. 'Don't look much like a policeman, does he?' 'Come away, Meg. He'll be one of those dafties, always tormenting decent folk.' 'Please listen,' Faro shouted as they moved away.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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