Tell to me, as thou wouldst confess to Heaven, the things thou hast witnessed in this castle." Few words served Catharine to unfold the dreadful story.
"It agrees," said the Douglas, "with the tale of the glee maiden, from point to point.

Now show us the Prince's apartment." They passed to the room which the unhappy Duke of Rothsay had been supposed to inhabit; but the key was not to be found, and the Earl could only obtain entrance by forcing the door.

On entering, the wasted and squalid remains of the unhappy Prince were discovered, flung on the bed as if in haste.

The intention of the murderers had apparently been to arrange the dead body so as to resemble a timely parted corpse, but they had been disconcerted by the alarm occasioned by the escape of Louise.
Douglas looked on the body of the misguided youth, whose wild passions and caprices had brought him to this fatal and premature catastrophe.
"I had wrongs to be redressed," he said; "but to see such a sight as this banishes all remembrance of injury!" "He! he! It should have been arranged," said Dwining, "more to your omnipotence's pleasure; but you came suddenly on us, and hasty masters make slovenly service." Douglas seemed not to hear what his prisoner said, so closely did he examine the wan and wasted features, and stiffened limbs, of the dead body before him.

Catharine, overcome by sickness and fainting, at length obtained permission to retire from the dreadful scene, and, through confusion of every description, found her way to her former apartment, where she was locked in the arms of Louise, who had returned in the interval.
The investigations of Douglas proceeded.