The magistrate took the light out of the servant-maid's hand, and advanced to his scrutiny, like Diogenes in the street of Athens, lantern-in-hand, and probably with as little expectation as that of the cynic, that he was likely to encounter any especial treasure in the course of his researches. The first whom he approached was my mysterious guide, who, seated on a table as I have already described him, with his eyes firmly fixed on the wall, his features arranged into the utmost inflexibility of expression, his hands folded on his breast with an air betwixt carelessness and defiance, his heel patting against the foot of the table, to keep time with the tune which he continued to whistle, submitted to Mr. Jarvie's investigation with an air of absolute confidence and assurance which, for a moment, placed at fault the memory and sagacity of the acute investigator. "Ah!--Eh!--Oh!" exclaimed the Bailie. "My conscience!--it's impossible!--and yet--no!--Conscience!--it canna be!--and yet again--Deil hae me, that I suld say sae!--Ye robber--ye cateran--ye born deevil that ye are, to a' bad ends and nae gude ane!--can this be you?" "E'en as ye see, Bailie," was the laconic answer. "Conscience! if I am na clean bumbaized--_you_, ye cheat-the-wuddy rogue--_you_ here on your venture in the tolbooth o' Glasgow?--What d'ye think's the value o' your head?" "Umph!--why, fairly weighed, and Dutch weight, it might weigh down one provost's, four bailies', a town-clerk's, six deacons', besides stent-masters'"-- "Ah, ye reiving villain!" interrupted Mr. Jarvie. "But tell ower your sins, and prepare ye, for if I say the word"-- "True, Bailie," said he who was thus addressed, folding his hands behind him with the utmost _nonchalance,_ "but ye will never say that word." "And why suld I not, sir?" exclaimed the magistrate--"Why suld I not? Answer me that--why suld I not?" "For three sufficient reasons, Bailie Jarvie.--First, for auld langsyne; second, for the sake of the auld wife ayont the fire at Stuckavrallachan, that made some mixture of our bluids, to my own proper shame be it spoken! that has a cousin wi' accounts, and yarn winnles, and looms and shuttles, like a mere mechanical person; and lastly, Bailie, because if I saw a sign o' your betraying me, I would plaster that wa' with your harns ere the hand of man could rescue you!" "Ye're a bauld desperate villain, sir," retorted the undaunted Bailie; "and ye ken that I ken ye to be sae, and that I wadna stand a moment for my ain risk." "I ken weel," said the other, "ye hae gentle bluid in your veins, and I wad be laith to hurt my ain kinsman. But I'll gang out here as free as I came in, or the very wa's o' Glasgow tolbooth shall tell o't these ten years to come."