Unless you (with your friends and memorials) shall procure my downfall, she is to suffer nothing." "But what has she done?
What is her offence ?" I cried.
"It might be almost construed a high treason," he returned, "for she has broke the King's Castle of Edinburgh." "The lady is much my friend," I said.

"I know you would not work me if the thing were serious." "And yet it is serious in a sense," said he; "for this rogue of a Katrine--or Cateran, as we may call her--has set adrift again upon the world that very doubtful character, her papa." Here was one of my previsions justified: James More was once again at liberty.

He had lent his men to keep me a prisoner; he had volunteered his testimony in the Appin case, and the same (no matter by what subterfuge) had been employed to influence the jury.

Now came his reward, and he was free.

It might please the authorities to give to it the colour of an escape; but I knew better--I knew it was the fulfilment of a bargain.