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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 301 pages of information about David Balfour, Second Part.
namesakes in the future that was ever told about a hired assassin.  And see here!” he cried, with a formidable shrill voice, “see this paper that I pull out of my pocket.  Look at the name there:  it is the name of the great David, I believe, the ink scarce dry yet.  Can you guess its nature?  It is the warrant for your arrest, which I have but to touch this bell beside me to have executed on the spot.  Once in the Tolbooth upon this paper, may God help you, for the die is cast!”

I must never deny that I was greatly horrified by so much baseness, and much unmanned by the immediacy and ugliness of my danger.  Mr. Symon had already gloried in the changes of my hue; I make no doubt I was now no ruddier than my shirt; my speech besides trembled.

“There is a gentleman in this room,” cried I.  “I appeal to him.  I put my life and credit in his hands.”

Prestongrange shut his book with a snap.  “I told you so, Symon,” said he; “you have played your hand for all it was worth, and you have lost.  Mr. David,” he went on, “I wish you to believe it was by no choice of mine you were subjected to this proof.  I wish you could understand how glad I am you should come forth from it with so much credit.  You may not quite see how, but it is a little of a service to myself.  For had our friend here been more successful than I was last night, it might have appeared that he was a better judge of men than I; it might have appeared we were altogether in the wrong situations, Mr. Symon and myself.  And I know our friend Symon to be ambitious,” says he, striking lightly on Fraser’s shoulder.  “As for this stage play, it is over; my sentiments are very much engaged in your behalf; and whatever issue we can find to this unfortunate affair, I shall make it my business to see it is adopted with tenderness to you.”

These were very good words, and I could see besides that there was little love, and perhaps a spice of genuine ill-will, between those two who were opposed to me.  For all that, it was unmistakable this interview had been designed, perhaps rehearsed, with the consent of both; it was plain my adversaries were in earnest to try me by all methods; and now (persuasion, flattery, and menaces having been tried in vain) I could not but wonder what would be their next expedient.  My eyes besides were still troubled, and my knees loose under me, with the distress of the late ordeal; and I could do no more than stammer the same form of words:  “I put my life and credit in your hands.”

“Well, well,” says he, “we must try to save them.  And in the meanwhile let us return to gentler methods.  You must not bear any grudge upon my friend, Mr. Symon, who did but speak by his brief.  And even if you did conceive some malice against myself, who stood by and seemed rather to hold a candle, I must not let that extend to innocent members of my family.  These are greatly engaged to see more of you, and I cannot consent to have my young women-folk disappointed.  To-morrow they will be going to Hope Park, where I think it very proper you should make your bow.  Call for me first, when I may possibly have something for your private hearing; then you shall be turned abroad again under the conduct of my misses; and until that time repeat to me your promise of secrecy.”

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