CHAPTER VII.
When they entered Dr.Morrison's house the doctor entered with them.
He was wet through, and his swarthy face was in a glow of excitement.
A stranger was with him, and this stranger he hastily took into a room behind the parlor, and then he came back to his visitors.
"Well, John, what is the matter ?" "Murder.

Murder is the matter, doctor," and with a strange, quiet precision he went over David's confession, for David had quite broken down and was sobbing with all the abandon of a little child.

During the recital the minister's face was wonderful in its changes of expression, but at the last a kind of adoring hopefulness was the most decided.
"John," he said, "what were you going to do wi' that sorrowfu' lad ?" "I was going to gie him up to justice, minister, as it was right and just to do; but first we must see about--about the body." "That has, without doot, been already cared for.

On the warst o' nights there are plenty o' folk passing o'er Glasgow Green after the tea-hour.

It is David we must care for now.