“Sounds a bit rude, but not very ghostly,” I observed, draining my glass. What did he look like?
“Big chap,” said Frank, frowning in recollection. “And a Scot in complete Highland rig-out, complete to sporran and the most beautiful running stag brooch on his plaid. I wanted to ask where he’d got it from, but he was off before I could.”
I went to the bureau and poured another drink. “Well, not so unusual an appearance for these parts, surely? I’ve seen men dressed like that in the village now and then.”