Sir Alexander acknowledged his salute by a nod, and then said: "Noo, then, as ye are here, me laird, we may as weel proceed wi' the investigation." "I beg your pardon, sir; I am expecting my counsel," said the viscount. "Aweel! I suppose we maun wait a bit," said the magistrate. But at this moment the counsel for the prisoner hurried into the office. "We have waited for you, Mr. Bruce," said the viscount reproachfully. "I am very sorry that you should have been obliged to do so, my lord! But the truth is, I have been to the telegraph office, to send a message of inquiry at the last moment to your lordship's London bankers, to ask if the Earl of Hurstmonceux had yet been heard from. I waited for the answer, which has but just arrived, and which has proved unsatisfactory." "The earl has not written to his London bankers, then?" "No, my lord." "Are you ready for the examination?" "Quite, my lord." "Aweel, then, I suppose we may proceed," said Sir Alexander. "At your worship's convenience," replied Mr. Bruce, with a bow. And thereupon the proceedings commenced. The magistrate took up the warrant that had been issued for the arrest of the prisoners, and read it to them aloud. Then addressing them both, he said: "Malcolm, Laird Vincent, and you, Faustina Dugald, are herein charged wi' having felonious conspired against the guid character o' Claudia, Viscountess Vincent, and to farther said conspiracy, wi' having abducted and sold into slavery the bodies of three negroes, named herein--Catherine Mortimer, James Mortimer, and Sarah Sims; whilk are felony against the peace and dignity o' the Queen's majesty, and punishable by penal servitude, according to the statute in sich cases made and provided. What hae ye to say for yoursel's in answer to this charge?" "I deny it _in toto_. And I think it infamous that I should be called to answer such an insulting charge," said the viscount with a fine assumption of virtuous indignation. "And sae do I think it infamous; I agree wi' ye there, lad! But as to whilk pairty the infamy attaches to, there we may differ," said the magistrate, nodding. The viscount drew himself up in haughty silence, as though he disdained farther reply. "And noo, Faustina Dugald, what hae ye to say for yoursel'?" "I did not conspire! I did not abduct! I did not sell into slavery any negro bodies! I did not do anything wrong! Not I myself!" cried Faustina vehemently, "There, there, that will do. We will hear the testimony on this case. Let Ishmael Worth, of Washington, come forward," said the magistrate. Ishmael advanced, bowed to the magistrate, and stood waiting. "Ross, administer the oath," said the magistrate. The clerk took a copy of the Holy Scriptures and held them towards Ishmael, at the same time dictating the oath, according to the custom of such officials. But Ishmael, at the very onset, courteously interrupted him by saying gently: