"Certainly," said James, smiling in spite of himself, at this abrupt introduction of the subject, "I should much rather ascertain how this important matter stands, at once. Your letter surprised us very greatly, Mrs. Catherine; you will imagine that--and of course I feel it of the utmost consequence that I should lose no time in making myself acquainted with the particulars." "Wise and right," said Mrs. Catherine, approvingly, "and spoken like a forecasting and right-minded man. Sit down upon your seat, James Aytoun, and you shall hear the story." James seated himself. "Perhaps it would be well that I saw Mr. Ross?" "I have sent for Lewis," said Mrs. Catherine. "He will be here as soon as he is needed. This is his sister, Miss Ross, of Merkland. Anne, you are of more present use than Lewis--you will stay with us." They gathered round the table in silence. James Aytoun felt nervous and embarrassed--he did not know how to begin. Mrs. Catherine saved him from his difficulty. "James Aytoun, it would be putting a slight upon the manly and straightforward purpose that brought you here, if we were going about the bush in this matter, and did not speak clearly.--Your father was murdered--shot by a coward hand behind him. The whole world has laid the act upon Norman Rutherford. I have believed the same myself for eighteen years. Listen to me! I am not given to change, nor am I like to alter my judgment lightly; but now I declare to you, James Aytoun, that, far more clearly than ever I held his guilt, do I believe, and am sure, that Norman Rutherford was not the man." James was uneasy under the gaze of those large, keen eyes, and did not wish either to meet the earnest look of Anne Ross, who seemed to be watching so eagerly for his opinion. "I shall be most happy, Mrs. Catherine," he said, "to find that you have proof--that Mr. Ross has proof--sufficient for the establishment of this. I have certainly no feelings of revenge; but the crime which deprived Alice and myself of a father must of necessity keep the two families apart. I could not consent to any further intercouse between Mr. Ross and my sister on any other terms than those you mention. But the evidence is fearfully strong, Mrs. Catherine. Since my mother received your letter, I have examined it again thoroughly, and so far as circumstantial evidence can go, it is most clear and overwhelming. I shall be most happy to be convinced that the world has judged erroneously; but you will excuse me for receiving it with caution; if this unhappy young man--I beg your pardon, Miss Ross--had been brought before any court in Scotland, with the evidence, he must infallibly have been found guilty." "Anne," said Mrs. Catherine, "you have the letters." Anne drew them from her breast--she had a feeling of insecurity when they were not in her own immediate possession. "Had we not better wait till Lewis comes?"