There might be a limit to the lawyer's toleration, I reflected.
I had not been so long in Britain altogether; for the most part of that time I had been by the heels in limbo in Edinburgh Castle; and already I had confessed to killing one man with a pair of scissors; and now I was to go on and plead guilty to having settled another with a holly stick! A wave of discretion went over me as cold and as deep as the sea.
'In short, sir, this is a matter of feeling,' I concluded, 'and nothing will prevent my going to Edinburgh.' If I had fired a pistol in his ear he could not have been more startled.
'To Edinburgh ?' he repeated.

'Edinburgh?
where the very paving-stones know you!' 'Then is the murder out!' said I.

'But, Mr.Romaine, is there not sometimes safety in boldness?
Is it not a common-place of strategy to get where the enemy least expects you?
And where would he expect me less ?' 'Faith, there is something in that, too!' cried the lawyer.

'Ay, certainly, a great deal in that.

All the witnesses drowned but one, and he safe in prison; you yourself changed beyond recognition--let us hope--and walking the streets of the very town you have illustrated by your--well, your eccentricity! It is not badly combined, indeed!' 'You approve it, then ?' said I.
'O, approve!' said he; 'there is no question of approval.