He studied his family records, too, getting all sorts of interesting documents out of his muniment room.
What a fierce, brutal lot they had always been! No wonder the chapel had to be so gloriously filled--and then there came to his memory the one little window which was still plain, and how he had told Sabine that he supposed it had been left for him to garnish--as an expiatory offering--the race being so full of rapine and sin! Should he put the gorgeous glass in now--it was time.

But a glass window could not prevent the punishment--since it had already fallen upon him, nor even alleviate the suffering.
He was staring straight in front of him at the picture of Mary, Queen of Scots', landing--it had been painted at about 1850, when romantic subjects of that sort were in vogue, and "the fellow in the blue doublet" was said, by the artist, to represent the celebrated Arranstoun of that time.

The one who had killed a Moreton and stolen his wife.

No doubt that is why his grandfather had bought it.

He thought it looked very well over the secret door, and then he deliberately let himself picture how it had once fallen forward, and all the circumstances which had followed in consequence.