Several of them, on first hearing the report, basted to the dead-room
in the Guard-house, where the corpse had been deposited, and soon
discovered the body to be that of their friend and late entertainer,
George Colwan. Great were the consternation and grief of all concerned,
and, in particular, of his old father and Miss Logan; for George had
always been the sole hope and darling of both, and the news of the
event paralysed them so as to render them incapable of all thought or
exertion. The spirit of the old laird was broken by the blow, and he
descended at once from a jolly, good-natured and active man to a mere
driveller, weeping over the body of his son, kissing his wound, his
lips, and his cold brow alternately; denouncing vengeance on his
murderers, and lamenting that he himself had not met the cruel doom, so
that the hope of his race might have been preserved. In short, finding
that all further motive of action and object of concern or of love,
here below, were for ever removed from him, he abandoned himself to
despair, and threatened to go down to the grave with his son.
But, although he made no attempt to discover the murderers, the arm of
justice was not idle; and, it being evident to all that the crime must
infallibly be brought home to young Drummond, some of his friends
sought him out, and compelled him, sorely against his will, to retire
into concealment till the issue of the proof that should be led was
made known. At the same time, he denied all knowledge of the incident
with a resolution that astonished his intimate friends and relations,
who to a man suspected him guilty. His father was not in Scotland, for
I think it was said to me that this young man was second son to a John,
Duke of Melfort, who lived abroad with the royal family of the Stuarts;
but this young gentleman lived with the relations of his mother, one of
whom, an uncle, was a Lord of Session: these, having thoroughly
effected his concealment, went away, and listened to the evidence; and
the examination of every new witness convinced them that their noble
young relative was the slayer of his friend.
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