there really was n't much to it : mrs. buchan had sat mr. cameron down in the kitchen and told him a bit about the dancing-it was n't secret , most folk who 'd lived in inverness for a long time knew about it-but she 'd left the radio playing while they were talking , and all of a sudden the newscaster was saying the name `` robert cameron '' and how robert cameron was wanted for questioning in the kidnapping of a local boy , and- `` and then the wee bastard jumps up , and so do i , and he must have thought i meant to stop him-i was betwixt him and the door , anyroad-and he belts me one in the eye , pushes me into the wall , and he 's away off ! ''