Would all the good people be laid into holes and leave Gibbie quite alone?
Sitting and brooding thus, he fell into a dreamy state, in which, brokenly, from here and there, pictures of his former life grew out upon his memory.

Suddenly, plainer than all the rest, came the last time he stood under Mistress Croale's window, waiting to help his father home.

The same instant, back to the ear of his mind came his father's two words, as he had heard them through the window--"Up Daurside." "Up Daurside!"-- Here he was upon Daurside--a little way up too: he would go farther up.

He rose and went on, while the great river kept flowing the other way, dark and terrible, down to the very door inside which lay Sambo with the huge gape in his big throat.
Meantime the murder came to the knowledge of the police, Mistress Croale herself giving the information, and all in the house were arrested.

In the course of their examination, it came out that wee Sir Gibbie had gone to bed with the murdered man, and was now nowhere to be found.