said I.

"Perhaps that would be the best," said he.

"Well, it's the Appin murder," said I.

He held up both his hands. "Sirs! sirs!" cried he.

I thought by the expression of his face and voice that I had lost
my helper.

"Let me explain. . ." I began.

"I thank you kindly, I will hear no more of it," says he. "I
decline in toto to hear more of it. For your name's sake and
Rankeillor's, and perhaps a little for your own, I will do what I
can to help you; but I will hear no more upon the facts. And it is
my first clear duty to warn you. These are deep waters, Mr. David,
and you are a young man. Be cautious and think twice."

"It is to be supposed I will have thought oftener than that, Mr.
Balfour," said I, "and I will direct your attention again to
Rankeillor's letter, where (I hope and believe) he has registered
his approval of that which I design."

"Well, well," said he; and then again, "Well, well! I will do what
I can for you." There with he took a pen and paper, sat a while in
thought, and began to write with much consideration. "I understand
that Rankeillor approved of what you have in mind?" he asked
presently.