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CHAPTER XVII THE MEMORIAL
 The last word of the blessing1 was scarce out of the minister's mouth before Stewart had me by the arm. We were the first to be forth2 of the church, and he made such extraordinary expedition that we were safe within the four walls of a house before the street had begun to be thronged3 with the home-going congregation.  
"Am I yet in time?" I asked.
 
"Ay and no," said he. "The case is over; the jury is enclosed, and will be so kind as let us ken4 their view of it to-morrow in the morning, the same as I could have told it my own self three days ago before the play began. The thing has been public from the start. The panel kent it, 'Ye may do what ye will for me,' whispers he two days ago. 'I ken my fate by what the Duke of Argyle has just said to Mr. Macintosh.' O, it's been a scandal!
 
The great Argyle he gaed before,
He gart the cannons5 and guns to roar,
and the very macer cried 'Cruachan!' But now that [pg 207]I have got you again I'll never despair. The oak shall go over the myrtle yet; we'll ding the Campbells yet in their own town. Praise God that I should see the day!"
 
He was leaping with excitement, emptied out his mails upon the floor that I might have a change of clothes, and incommoded me with his assistance as I changed. What remained to be done, or how I was to do it, was what he never told me nor, I believe, so much as thought of. "We'll ding the Camphells yet!" that was still his overcome. And it was forced home upon my mind how this, that had the externals of a sober process of law, was in its essence a clan6 battle between savage7 clans8. I thought my friend the Writer none of the least savage. Who, that had only seen him at a counsel's back before the Lord Ordinary or following a golf ball and laying down his clubs on Bruntsfield links, could have recognised for the same person this voluble and violent clansman?
 
James Stewart's counsel were four in number--Sheriffs Brown of Colstoun and Miller9, Mr. Robert Macintosh and Mr. Stewart younger of Stewart Hall. These were covenanted10 to dine with the Writer after sermon, and I was very obligingly included of the party. No sooner the cloth lifted, and the first bowl very artfully compounded by Sheriff Miller, than we fell to the subject in hand. I made a short narration11 of my seizure12 and captivity13, and was then examined [pg 208]and re-examined upon the circumstances of the murder. It will be remembered this was the first time I had had my say out, or the matter at all handled, among lawyers; and the consequence was very dispiriting to the others and (I must own) disappointing to myself.
 
"To sum up," said Colstoun, "you prove that Alan was on the spot; you have heard him proffer14 menaces against Glenure; and though you assure us he was not the man who fired, you leave a strong impression that he was in league with him, and consenting, perhaps immediately assisting, in the act. You show him besides, at the risk of his own liberty, actively15 furthering the criminal's escape. And the rest of your testimony16 (so far as the least material) depends on the bare word of Alan or of James, the two accused. In short, you do not at all break, but only lengthen17 by one personage, the chain that binds18 our client to the murderer; and I need scarcely say that the introduction of a third accomplice19 rather aggravates20 that appearance of a conspiracy21 which has been our stumbling block from the beginning."
 
"I am of the same opinion," said Sheriff Miller. "I think we may all be very much obliged to Prestongrange for taking a most uncomfortable witness out of our way. And chiefly, I think, Mr. Balfour himself might be obliged. For you talk of a third accomplice, but Mr. Balfour (in my view) has very much the appearance of a fourth."
 
[pg 209]"Allow me, sirs!" interposed Stewart the Writer. "There is another view. Here we have a witness--never fash whether material or not--a witness in this cause, kidnapped by that old, lawless, bandit crew of the Glengyle Macgregors, and sequestered22 for near upon a month in a bourock of old cold ruins on the Bass23. Move that and see what dirt you fling on the proceedings24! Sirs, this is a tale to make the world ring with! It would be strange, with such a grip as this, if we couldnae squeeze out a pardon for my client."
 
"And suppose we took up Mr. Balfour's cause to-morrow?" said Stewart Hall. "I am much deceived or we should find so many impediments thrown in our path, as that James should have been hanged before we had found a court to hear us. This is a great scandal, but I suppose we have none of us forgot a greater still, I mean the matter of the Lady Grange. The woman was still in durance; my friend Mr. Hope of Rankeillor did what was humanly possible; and how did he speed? He never got a warrant! Well, it'll be the same now; the same weapons will be used. This is a scene, gentlemen, of clan animosity. The hatred25 of the name which I have the honor to bear, rages in high quarters. There is nothing here to be viewed but naked Campbell spite and scurvy26 Campbell intrigue27."
 
You may be sure this was to touch a welcome topic, and I sat for some time in the midst of my learned [pg 210]counsel, almost deaved with their talk but extremely little the wiser for its purport28. The Writer was led into some hot expressions; Colstoun must take him up and set him right; the rest joined in on different sides, but all pretty noisy; the Duke of Argyle was beaten like a blanket; King George came in for a few digs in the by-going and a great deal of rather elaborate defence: and there was only one person that seemed to be forgotten, and that was James of the Glens.
 
Through all this Mr. Miller sat quiet. He was a slip of an oldish gentleman, ruddy and twinkling; he spoke29 in a smooth rich voice, with an infinite effect of pawkiness, dealing30 out each word the way an actor does, to give the most expression possible; and even now, when he was silent, and sat there with his wig31 laid aside, his glass in both hands, his mouth funnily pursed, and his chin out, he seemed the mere32 picture of a merry slyness. It was plain he had a word to say, and waited for the fit occasion.
 
It came presently. Colstoun had wound up one of his speeches with some expression of their duty to their client. His brother sheriff was pleased, I suppose, with the transition. He took the table in his confidence with a gesture and a look.
 
"That suggests to me a consideration which seems overlooked," said he. "The interest of our client goes certainly before all, but the world does not come to an end with James Stewart." Whereat he cocked his eye. [pg 211]"I might condescend33, exempli gratia, upon a Mr. George Brown, a Mr. Thomas Miller, and a Mr. David Balfour. Mr. David Balfour has a very good ground of complaint, and I think, gentlemen--if his story was properly red out--I think there would be a number of wigs34 on the green."
 
The whole table turned to him with a common movement.
 
"Properly handled and carefully red out, his is a story that could scarcely fail to have some consequence," he continued. "The whole administration of justice, from its highest officer downward, would be totally discredited35; and it looks to me as if they would need to be replaced." He seemed to shine with cunning as he said it. "And I need not point out to ye that this of Mr. Balfour's would be a remarkable36 bonny cause to appear in," he added.
 
Well, there they all were started on another hare; Mr. Balfour's cause, and what kind of speeches could be there delivered, and what officials could be thus turned out, and who would succeed to their positions. I shall give but the two specimens37. It was proposed to approach Symon Fraser, whose testimony, if it could be obtained, could prove certainly fatal to Argyle and Prestongrange. Miller highly approved of the attempt. "We have here before us a dreeping roast," said he, "here is cut-and-come-again for all." And methought all licked their lips. The other was already near the [pg 212]end. Stewart the Writer was out of the body with, delight, smelling vengeance38 on his chief enemy, the Duke.
 
"Gentlemen," cried he, charging his glass, "here is to Sheriff Miller. His legal abilities are known to all. His culinary, this bowl in front of us is here to speak for. But when it comes to the poleetical!"--cries he, and drains the glass.
 
"Ay, but it will hardly prove politics in your meaning, my friend," said the gratified Miller. "A revolution, if you like, and I think I can promise you that historical writers shall date from Mr. Balfour's cause. But properly guided, Mr. Stewart, tenderly guided, it shall prove a peaceful revolution."
 
"And if the damned Campbells get their ears rubbed, what care I?" cries Stewart, smiting39 down his fist.
 
It will be thought I was not very well pleased with all this, though I could scarce forbear smiling at a kind of innocency40 in these old intriguers. But it was not my view to have undergone so many sorrows for the advancement41 of Sheriff Miller or to make a revolution in the Parliament House: and I interposed accordingly with as much simplicity42 of manner as I could assume.
 
"I have to thank you, gentlemen, for your advice," said I. "And now I would like, by your leave, to set you two or three questions. There is one thing that has fallen rather on one side, for instance: Will this cause do any good to our friend James of the Glens?"
 
[pg 213]They seemed all a hair set back, and gave various answers, but concurring43 practically in one point, that James had now no hope but in the King's mercy.
 
"To proceed, then," said I, "will it do any good to Scotland? We have a saying that it is an ill bird that fouls44 his own nest. I remember hearing we had a riot in Edinburgh when I was an infant child, which gave occasion to the late Queen to call this country barbarous; and I always understood that we had rather lost than gained by that. Then came the year 'Forty-five, which made Scotland to be talked of everywhere; but I never heard it said we had anyway gained by the 'Forty-five. And now we come to this cause of Mr. Balfour's, as you call it. Sheriff Miller tells us historical writers are to date from it, and I would not wonder. It is only my fear they would date from it as a period of calamity45 and public reproach."
 
The nimble-witted Miller had already smelt46 where I was travelling to, and made haste to get on the same road. "Forcibly put, Mr. Balfour," says he. "A weighty observe, sir."
 
"We have next to ask ourselves if it will be good for King George," I pursued. "Sheriff Miller appears pretty easy upon this; but I doubt you will scarce be able to pull down the house from under him, without his Majesty47 coming by a knock or two, one of which might easily prove fatal."
 
I gave them a chance to answer, but none volunteered.
 
[pg 214]"Of those for whom the case was to be profitable," I went on, "Sheriff Miller gave us the names of several, among the which he was good enough to mention mine. I hope he will pardon me if I think otherwise. I believe I hung not the least back in this affair while there was life to be saved; but I own I thought myself extremely hazarded, and I own I think it would be a pity for a young man, with some idea of coming to the bar, to ingrain upon himself the character of a turbulent,
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