been acquired by the most nefarious practices."
He then examined the paper in which the purse had been wrapt up. It was the back of a letter addressed to V. Brown, Esquire, but the rest of the address was torn away. The landlady,—now as eager to throw light upon the criminal's escape as she had formerly been desirous of withholding it,—for the miscellaneous contents of the purse argued strongly to her mind that all was not right—Mrs Mac-Candlish, I say, now gave Giossin to understand, that her postillion and ostler had both seen the stranger upon the ice that day when young Hazlewood was wounded.
Our readers' old acquaintance, Jock Jabos, was first summoned, and admitted frankly, that he had seen and conversed upon the ice that morning with a stranger, who, he understood, had lodged at the Gordon Arms the night before.
"What turn did your conversation take?" said Glossin.
"Turn?—ou, we turned nae gate at a',
