"And if she dies," he kept saying in his angry heart, "I will make him suffer for it." And Christine was drawing very near to death, though even when she was confined to her room and bed James would not believe it.

And it was at this time that Donald came once more to Glasgow.

There was a very exciting general election for a new Parliament, and Donald stood for the Conservative party in the city of Glasgow.

Nothing could have so speedily ripened James' evil purpose.

Should a forger represent his native city?
Should he see the murderer of his Christine win honor upon honor, when he had but to speak and place him among thieves?
During the struggle he worked frantically to defeat him--and failed.
That night he came home like a man possessed by some malicious, ungovernable spirit of hell.