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So these two shook hands in the moonlight, with none to witness it but the God who made them. And that is why the mystery of the Black Killer is yet unsolved in the Daleland. Many have surmised; besides those three only one other knows knows now which of those two he saw upon a summer night was the guilty, which the innocent. And Postie Jim tells no man.
The slovens have left the lamp burning the whole nicht lang. But less licht'll serve them now, I'm thinking!" A few dead ashes were sticking from the lower bars of the range. Postie crossed to the fireplace and looked down at the fender. That bright spot would be the place, now, where auld Gourlay killed himself. The women must have rubbed it so bright in trying to get out the blood.
There's damn the doubt o' that." Toddle corrugated his mouth to whistle. He turned and stared at the House with the Green Shutters, gawcey and substantial on its terrace, beneath the tremulous beauty of the dawn. There was a glorious sunrise. "God!" he said, "what a downcome for that hoose!" "Is it no'?" chuckled Postie. "Whose account is it on?" said Toddle.
Fairford; and, no doubt, considering my services and sufferings, I might have looked for some bit postie to him; but if the muckle tykes come in I mean a' these Maxwells, and Johnstones, and great lairds, that the oaths used to keep out lang syne the bits o' messan doggies, like my son, and maybe like your father's son, Mr. Alan, will be sair put to the wall. 'But to return to the subject, Mr.
The Gourlays did not seem to be stirring yet; there was no smoke above their roof-tree to show that there was life within. Postie jerked his thumb across his shoulder at the House with the Green Shutters. "There'll be chynges there the day," he said, chirruping. "Wha-at!" Toddle breathed in a hoarse whisper of astonishment, "sequesteration?" and he stared, big-eyed, with his brows arched.
I could only read all the advertisements, and answer everyone that looked as if it might come to anything. And then I'd sit and wait for the postie to come, but the letters he brought were not for me. It looked as though I had had all my luck. But I still had my twelve pounds, and I would not use them while I was earning no more. So I decided to go back to the pit while I waited.
"Oh, I don't ken," said Postie carelessly. "He had creditors a' owre the country. I was ay bringing the big blue envelopes from different airts. Don't mention this, now," he added, his finger up, his eye significant; "it shouldn't be known at a-all." He was unwilling that Toddle should get an unfair start, and spoil his own market for the news. "Nut me!"
Postie complained once; "when I passed a pleasand remark about the weather the other morning, he just looked at me and blew the reek of his pipe in my face. And that was his only answer!" Now that Gourlay was gone, however, Postie clattered through the yard every morning, right up to the back door.
Ere he had reached the corner, a gowl of anger and grief struck his ear, and he wheeled eagerly. Gourlay was standing with open mouth and outstretched arm, staring at the letter in his clenched fist with a look of horror, as if it had stung him. "My God!" he cried, "had I not enough to thole?" "Aha!" thought Postie, "yon letter Wilson got this morning was correct, then!
Next morning Postie came clattering through the paved yard in his tackety boots, and handed in a blue envelope at the back door with a business-like air, his ferrety eyes searching Mrs. Gourlay's face as she took the letter from his hand. But she betrayed nothing to his curiosity, since she knew nothing of her husband's affairs, and had no fear, therefore, of what the letter might portend.
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