a small silver bell which was placed before him on the table.
A dark crimson curtain, which covered a sort of niche, or Gothic recess in the wall, rose at the signal, and displayed the public executioner, a tall, grim, and hideous man, having an oaken table before him, on which lay thumb-screws, and an iron case, called the Scottish boot, used in these tyrannical days to torture accused persons. Morton, who was unprepared for this ghastly apparition, started when the curtain arose, but Macbriar's nerves were more firm. He gazed upon the horrible apparatus with much composure; and if nature called the blood from his cheek for a second, resolution sent it back to his brow with greater energy.
"Do you know who that man is?" said Lauderdale, in a low, stern voice, almost sinking into a whisper.
"He is, I suppose," replied Macbriar, the infamous executioner of your bloodthirsty commands upon the persons of
