"Any lodgers just now?"
"Ay, a man frae the country. He came early in the morning, and got his breakfast, He is to sleep a' night at ony rate."
"What is he like?" I inquired.
"A perfect Anak amang the Philistines! Ye're a guid buirdle man yersel'; but, my faith! Ye're nauthing to him. The man, I fancy, is guid eneugh; but I wadna redd you meddle him - I mean if he were ane ye had ony care for - without at least twa assistants."
- "The Handcuffs" in Detective McLevey's Casebook pp. 98