Doctor Proctor carefully examined Sir Principle's ankle, diagnosed a severe sprain and deftly strapped it up with a splint: "here's an auld walkin stick that used tae belang tae a shepherd, it'll tak yer weight well and ye shouldnae hae ony trouble walkin tae Minto Castle, ye kin gie me the stick back when ye'r able tae walk wi'oot it," and MacFarlane thanked him warmly, paid the bill and, together with Darcus Doubleday, set out for the walk; Doubleday said: "I'm fed up with this jab molassie dye, my skin's itching – what I wouldn't give for a good bath and change of clothes!" but his companion counselled caution: "old Minto is no bogart, but he is First Lord of the Admiralty and we have to win him over abut he was a Whig Member of Parliament and seems to have a soft spot for the wise men of colour, and the story of being bought out of slavery will go down well with him; our money is duff and it would be nuts to throw the towel in now, especially one covered in dye," and even Doubleday laughed at that, but then he said: "that wee Jeemy Murray is a smart cookie, he gave me a funny look as I was leaving as though he was adding up a few things and getting a different answer from the one he expected, I mean, my disguise may have adonized me, which I forgot about earlier and has only occurred to me now, but underneath I'm still the man I am and I think he saw through the surface, I don't think he understands yet, but he soon will!" and back in his library bedroom, Jeemy stared at the to'el he'd used efter washin his haunds; he sniffed the dark stain – it certainly didnae look like mud an it didnae smell o mud, he knew that fer certain, havin tak'n mony a tumble when he an his pals were plyin fitba, a version which wis mair like the handba gemme that wid soon be plyed oan the Green on the Mundy efter Fasten's E'en; na this stain wis dye, he wis sure o it, bit hoo cood it hae goat oan his haunds? unless it hud come fae Darcus's haund, the ane he'd held as he led his new freend up the sterrs; an then he suddenly identified the smell – it wis molasses, like the kind his ma used when she wis bakin, noo hoo oan Earth cood Darcus hae goat molasses oan his haunds? thon wis a question an in wee Jeemy's mind, every question demaunds a anser, an by Goad, he wud hae that anser!