And then, sir, said I, and rubbed my neck a little with my thumb, then I would be very desirous if you could slip in a word that might perhaps tell for my protection.
Protection? says he, for your protection! Here is a phrase that somewhat dampens me. If the matter be so dangerous, I own I would be a little loath to move in it blindfold.
I believe I could indicate in two words where the thing sticks, said I.
Perhaps that would be the best, said he.
Well, its 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 names sake and Rankeillors, 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 Rankeillors 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.
After some discussion, sir, he bade me to go forward in Gods name, said I.
That is the name to go in, said Mr. Balfour, and resumed his writing. Presently, he signed, re-read what he had written, and addressed me again. Now here, Mr. David, said he, is a letter of introduction, which I will seal without closing, and give into your hands open, as the form requires. But, since I am acting in the dark, I will just read it to you, so that you may see if it will secure your end
Pilrig, August 26th, 1751.My Lord, This is to bring to your notice my namesake and cousin, David Balfour Esquire of Shaws, a young gentleman of unblemished descent and good estate. He has enjoyed, besides, the more valuable advantages of a godly training, and his political principles are all that your lordship can desire. I am not in Mr. Balfours confidence, but I understand him to have a matter to declare, touching His Majestys service and the administration of justice; purposes for which your Lordships zeal is known. I should add that the young gentlemans intention is known to and approved by some of his friends, who will watch with hopeful anxiety the event of his success or failure.
Whereupon, continued Mr. Balfour, I have subscribed myself with the usual compliments. You observe I have said some of your friends; I hope you can justify my plural?
Perfectly, sir; my purpose is known and approved by more than one, said I. And your letter, which I take a pleasure to thank you for, is all I could have hoped.
It was all I could squeeze out, said he; and from what I know of the matter you design to meddle in, I can only pray God that it may prove sufficient.
CHAPTER IV LORD ADVOCATE PRESTONGRANGE
My kinsman kept me to a meal, for the honour of the roof, he said; and I believe I made the better speed on my return. I had no thought but to be done with the next stage, and have myself fully committed; to a person circumstanced as I was, the appearance of closing a door on hesitation and temptation was itself extremely tempting; and I was the more disappointed, when I came to Prestongranges house, to be informed he was abroad. I believe it was true at the moment, and for some hours after; and then I have no doubt the Advocate came home again, and enjoyed himself in a neighbouring chamber among friends, while perhaps the very fact of my arrival was forgotten. I would have gone away a dozen times, only for this strong drawing to have done with my declaration out of hand and be able to lay me down to sleep with a free conscience. At first I read, for the little cabinet where I was left contained a variety of books. But I fear I read with little profit; and the weather falling cloudy, the dusk coming up earlier than usual, and my cabinet being lighted with but a loophole of a window, I was at last obliged to desist from this diversion (such as it was), and pass the rest of my time of waiting in a very burthensome vacuity. The sound of people talking in a near chamber, the pleasant note of a harpsichord, and once the voice of a lady singing, bore me a kind of company.
I do not know the hour, but the darkness was long come, when the door of the cabinet opened, and I was aware, by the light behind him, of a tall figure of a man upon the threshold. I rose at once.
Is anybody there? he asked. Who in that?
I am bearer of a letter from the laird of Pilrig to the Lord Advocate, said I.
Have you been here long? he asked.
I would not like to hazard an estimate of how many hours, said I.
It is the first I hear of it, he replied, with a chuckle. The lads must have forgotten you. But you are in the bit at last, for I am Prestongrange.
So saying, he passed before me into the next room, whither (upon his sign) I followed him, and where he lit a candle and took his place before a business-table. It was a long room, of a good proportion, wholly lined with books. That small spark of light in a corner struck out the mans handsome person and strong face. He was flushed, his eye watered and sparkled, and before he sat down I observed him to sway back and forth. No doubt, he had been supping liberally; but his mind and tongue were under full control.
Well, sir, sit ye down, said he, and let us see Pilrigs letter.
He glanced it through in the beginning carelessly, looking up and bowing when he came to my name; but at the last words I thought I observed his attention to redouble, and I made sure he read them twice. All this while you are to suppose my heart was beating, for I had now crossed my Rubicon and was come fairly on the field of battle.
I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Balfour, he said, when he had done. Let me offer you a glass of claret.
Under your favour, my lord, I think it would scarce be fair on me, said I. I have come here, as the letter will have mentioned, on a business of some gravity to myself; and, as I am little used with wine, I might be the sooner affected.
You shall be the judge, said he. But if you will permit, I believe I will even have the bottle in myself.
He touched a bell, and a footman came, as at a signal, bringing wine and glasses.
You are sure you will not join me? asked the Advocate. Well, here is to our better acquaintance! In what way can I serve you?
I should, perhaps, begin by telling you, my lord, that I am here at your own pressing invitation, said I.
You have the advantage of me somewhere, said he, for I profess I think I never heard of you before this evening.
Right, my lord; the name is, indeed, new to you, said I. And yet you have been for some time extremely wishful to make my acquaintance, and have declared the same in public.
I wish you would afford me a clue, says he. I am no Daniel.
It will perhaps serve for such, said I, that if I was in a jesting humour which is far from the case I believe I might lay a claim on your lordship for two hundred pounds.
In what sense? he inquired.
In the sense of rewards offered for my person, said I.
He thrust away his glass once and for all, and sat straight up in the chair where he had been previously lolling. What am I to understand? said he.
A tall strong lad of about eighteen, I quoted, speaks like a Lowlander and has no beard.
I recognise those words, said he, which, if you have come here with any ill-judged intention of amusing yourself, are like to prove extremely prejudicial to your safety.
My purpose in this, I replied, is just entirely as serious as life and death, and you have understood me perfectly. I am the boy who was speaking with Glenure when he was shot.
I can only suppose (seeing you here) that you claim to be innocent, said he.
The inference is clear, I said. I am a very loyal subject to King George, but if I had anything to reproach myself with, I would have had more discretion than to walk into your den.
I am glad of that, said he. This horrid crime, Mr. Balfour, is of a dye which cannot permit any clemency. Blood has been barbarously shed. It has been shed in direct opposition to his Majesty and our whole frame of laws, by those who are their known and public oppugnants. I take a very high sense of this. I will not deny that I consider the crime as directly personal to his Majesty.
And unfortunately, my lord, I added, a little drily, directly personal to another great personage who may be nameless.
If you mean anything by those words, I must tell you I consider them unfit for a good subject; and were they spoke publicly I should make it my business to take note of them, said he. You do not appear to me to recognise the gravity of your situation, or you would be more careful not to pejorate the same by words which glance upon the purity of justice. Justice, in this country, and in my poor hands, is no respecter of persons.
You give me too great a share in my own speech, my lord, said I. I did but repeat the common talk of the country, which I have heard everywhere, and from men of all opinions as I came along.
When you are come to more discretion you will understand such talk in not to be listened to, how much less repeated, says the Advocate. But I acquit you of an ill intention. That nobleman, whom we all honour, and who has indeed been wounded in a near place by the late barbarity, sits too high to be reached by these aspersions. The Duke of Argyle you see that I deal plainly with you takes it to heart as I do, and as we are both bound to do by our judicial functions and the service of his Majesty; and I could wish that all hands, in this ill age, were equally clean of family rancour. But from the accident that this is a Campbell who has fallen martyr to his duty as who else but the Campbells have ever put themselves foremost on that path? I may say it, who am no Campbell and that the chief of that great house happens (for all our advantages) to be the present head of the College of Justice, small minds and disaffected tongues are set agog in every changehouse in the country; and I find a young gentleman like Mr. Balfour so ill-advised as to make himself their echo. So much he spoke with a very oratorical delivery, as if in court, and then declined again upon the manner of a gentleman. All this apart, said he. It now remains that I should learn what I am to do with you.
I had thought it was rather I that should learn the same from your lordship, said I.
Ay, true, says the Advocate. But, you see, you come to me well recommended. There is a good honest Whig name to this letter, says he, picking it up a moment from the table. And extra-judicially, Mr. Balfour there is always the possibility of some arrangement, I tell you, and I tell you beforehand that you may be the more upon your guard, your fate lies with me singly. In such a matter (be it said with reverence) I am more powerful than the Kings Majesty; and should you please me and of course satisfy my conscience in what remains to be held of our interview, I tell you it may remain between ourselves.
Meaning how? I asked.
Why, I mean it thus, Mr. Balfour, said he, that if you give satisfaction, no soul need know so much as that you visited my house; and you may observe that I do not even call my clerk.
I saw what way he was driving. I suppose it is needless anyone should be informed upon my visit, said I, though the precise nature of my gains by that I cannot see. I am not at all ashamed of coming here.
And have no cause to be, says he, encouragingly. Nor yet (if you are careful) to fear the consequences.
My lord, said I, speaking under your correction, I am not very easy to be frightened.
And I am sure I do not seek to frighten you, says he. But to the interrogation; and let me warn you to volunteer nothing beyond the questions I shall ask you. It may consist very immediately with your safety. I have a great discretion, it is true, but there are bounds to it.
I shall try to follow your lordships advice, said I.
He spread a sheet of paper on the table and wrote a heading. It appears you were present, by the way, in the wood of Lettermore at the moment of the fatal shot, he began. Was this by accident?
By accident, said I.
How came you in speech with Colin Campbell? he asked.
I was inquiring my way of him to Aucharn, I replied.
I observed he did not write this answer down.
Hm, true, said he, I had forgotten that. And do you know, Mr. Balfour, I would dwell, if I were you, as little as might be on your relations with these Stewarts. It might be found to complicate our business. I am not yet inclined to regard these matters as essential.
I had thought, my lord, that all points of fact were equally material in such a case, said I.
You forget we are now trying these Stewarts, he replied, with great significance. If we should ever come to be trying you, it will be very different; and I shall press these very questions that I am now willing to glide upon. But to resume: I have it here in Mr. Mungo Campbells precognition that you ran immediately up the brae. How came that?
Not immediately, my lord, and the cause was my seeing of the murderer.
You saw him, then?
As plain as I see your lordship, though not so near hand.
You know him?
I should know him again.
In your pursuit you were not so fortunate, then, as to overtake him?
I was not.
Was he alone?
He was alone.
There was no one else in that neighbourhood?
Alan Breck Stewart was not far off, in a piece of a wood.
The Advocate laid his pen down. I think we are playing at cross purposes, said he, which you will find to prove a very ill amusement for yourself.
I content myself with following your lordships advice, and answering what I am asked, said I.
Be so wise as to bethink yourself in time, said he, I use you with the most anxious tenderness, which you scarce seem to appreciate, and which (unless you be more careful) may prove to be in vain.
I do appreciate your tenderness, but conceive it to be mistaken, I replied, with something of a falter, for I saw we were come to grips at last. I am here to lay before you certain information, by which I shall convince you Alan had no hand whatever in the killing of Glenure.
The Advocate appeared for a moment at a stick, sitting with pursed lips, and blinking his eyes upon me like an angry cat. Mr. Balfour, he said at last, I tell you pointedly you go an ill way for your own interests.