forward.) 'Here,' proceeded the Counsellor, 'is the real Simon
Pure; here's Godfrey Bertram Hewit, arrived last night from
Antigua via Liverpool, mate of a West-Indian, and in a fair way of
doing well in the world, although he came somewhat irregularly
into it.'

While some conversation passed between the other justices and this
young man, Pleydell lifted from among the papers on the table
Hatteraick's old pocket-book. A peculiar glance of the smuggler's
eye induced the shrewd lawyer to think there was something here of
interest. He therefore continued the examination of the papers,
laying the book on the table, but instantly perceived that the
prisoner's interest in the research had cooled. 'It must be in the
book still, whatever it is,' thought Pleydell; and again applied
himself to the pocket-book, until he discovered, on a narrow
scrutiny, a slit between the pasteboard and leather, out of which
he drew three small slips of paper. Pleydell now, turning to
Glossin, requested the favour that he would tell them if he had
assisted at the search for the body of Kennedy and the child of
his patron on the day when they disappeared.

'I did not--that is, I did,' answered the conscience-struck
Glossin.

'It is remarkable though,' said the Advocate, 'that, connected as
you were with the Ellangowan family, I don't recollect your being
examined, or even appearing before me, while that investigation
was proceeding?'

'I was called to London,' answered Glossin, 'on most important