The Body Snatcher1945

Mrs. Mary McBride:
He'll not leave the grave - not since Wednesday last when we buried the lad.

Donald Fettes:
Your son, ma'am? He must have been a fine boy for the wee dog to love him so.

Mrs. Mary McBride:
A great kind lad he was - gentle with all things like Robbie. Now I can't get the dog to leave here. Perhaps it is for the best. I've not money enough to afford a grave watcher.

Donald Fettes:
Not much danger here, ma'am, I wouldn't think - right here in the heart of Edinburgh.

Mrs. Mary McBride:
They're uncommon bold, the grave robbers - and the daft doctors who drive them on.