At this Scotty's eyebrows practically met his short-clipped hair. He folded his arms just below his chest and stared, slightly incredulously, at the boy.

"Aye then, Montgomery?" Scotty prompted quizzically. "An why'd yae do tha'? Tha' is, if yae' dunnae mind tellin'."

He'd have to dissuade the lad, there was no telling what might happen to the other Mr. Scott, nor to he himself, if this lad came to danger or death. That and, for all intensive purposes, they were related. And if that didn't make his head twinge, he wasn't sure what would.