Mr. Glossin having, like a prudent examinator, suffered his
witness to give vent to all her surprise and indignation, now
began to inquire whether the suspected person had left any
property or papers about the inn.

'Troth, he put a parcel--a sma' parcel--under my charge, and he
gave me some siller, and desired me to get him half-a-dozen
ruffled sarks, and Peg Pasley's in hands wi' them e'en now; they
may serve him to gang up the Lawnmarket [Footnote: The procession
of the criminals to the gallows of old took that direction,
moving, as the school-boy rhyme had it, Up the Lawnmarket, Down
the West Bow, Up the lang ladder, And down the little tow.] in,
the scoundrel!' Mr. Glossin then demanded to see the packet, but
here mine hostess demurred.

'She didna ken--she wad not say but justice should take its
course--but when a thing was trusted to ane in her way, doubtless
they were responsible; but she suld cry in Deacon Bearcliff, and
if Mr. Glossin liked to tak an inventar o' the property, and gie
her a receipt before the Deacon--or, what she wad like muckle
better, an it could be sealed up and left in Deacon Bearcliff's
hands--it wad mak her mind easy. She was for naething but justice
on a' sides.'

Mrs. Mac-Candlish's natural sagacity and acquired suspicion being
inflexible, Glossin sent for Deacon Bearcliff, to speak 'anent the
villain that had shot Mr. Charles Hazlewood.' The Deacon
accordingly made his appearance with his wig awry, owing to the
hurry with which, at this summons of the Justice, he had exchanged
it for the Kilmarnock cap in which he usually attended his