after having drawn her blood. Nein, nein, I'll meddle with her no
more; she's a witch of the fiend, a real deyvil's kind,--but
that's her affair. Donner and wetter! I'll neither make nor
meddle; that's her work. But for the rest--why, if I thought the
trade would not suffer, I would soon rid you of the younker, if
you send me word when he's under embargo.'

In brief and under tones the two worthy associates concerted their
enterprise, and agreed at which of his haunts Hatteraick should be
heard of. The stay of his lugger on the coast was not difficult,
as there were no king's vessels there at the time.




CHAPTER XXXV

You are one of those that will not serve God if the devil
bids you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are
ruffians.

--Othello.


When Glossin returned home he found, among other letters and
papers sent to him, one of considerable importance. It was signed
by Mr. Protocol, an attorney in Edinburgh, and, addressing him as
the agent for Godfrey Bertram, Esq., late of Ellangowan, and his
representatives, acquainted him with the sudden death of Mrs.
Margaret Bertram of Singleside, requesting him to inform his