net, very stout and square-made, double-chested, thin in the flanks, hawk-nosed?"
"Stay, stay," said Cornet Grahame, "let me look at the paper.—Haxtoun of Rathillet, tall, thin, black-haired."
"That is not my man," said Bothwell.
"John Balfour, called Burley, aquiline nose, red-haired, five feet eight inches in height"———
"It is he—it is the very man," said Bothwell, "skellies fearfully with one eye?"
"Right," continued Grahame, "rode a strong black horse taken from the primate at the time of the murder."
"The very man," exclaimed Bothwell, "and the very horse! he was in this room not a quarter of an hour since."
A few hasty enquiries tended still more to confirm the opinion, that the reserved and stern stranger was Balfour of Burley, the actual commander of the band of assassins, who, in the fury of misguided zeal, had murdered the primate, whom they ac-
