“May I see her?” said Graeme.

“Certainly, for a moment,” said Rogers.  “Ah!  I rejoice at these opportunities of employing the beneficence of our profession.  Who knows but I may bring into the world one who will change the aspect of a hemisphere, and work out some great blessings to the human race!”

And following me, they arrived at the door of the green parlour.  I opened it.  Rogers walked forward, Graeme followed, and I stood in the midst of the three.

“Dr. Rogers—­Mrs. Gourlay, an intimate friend of your brother, Signor Ruggieri.”

“Colonel Graeme—­Mrs. Gourlay, the widow of that unfortunate man, Ebenezer Gourlay.”

To which Mrs. Gourlay responded by a curtsey, deep and respectful.

“I am master for the nonce.  The door is locked, and Mrs. Gourlay must be delivered of her child with the naevus of the ten of diamonds on its back.”

And she was delivered, but not with the assistance of the doctor.  She performed her part well.  By a little drawing out, on my part, I got her to tell her story; how she had got acquainted with the two brothers; how they had laid their plans; how she came to know of the crumpled card, and the use they were to make of it; the trick of the impression on the child’s back; the forcing of the money from the colonel on the pretence of paying it to her, with her conviction that she would never handle a penny of it.

During the period of this extraordinary recital, it was my part to watch the countenances of the two listeners.  Graeme sat as if bound to his chair; every word of the woman seemed to work as a charm upon him, relieving him of the conviction he had been impressed with, that he was specially under the judgment of Heaven, without depriving him of the consolation of a late penitence.  Sometimes I caught his eye, and, I fairly admit, I was wicked enough to indulge in a little mute risibility to give him confidence in the conclusions he was fast drawing from the somewhat garrulous narrative of the poor widow.

As for the doctor, he held out like a Milo.  From the first moment he saw the woman he knew that the game was up with him, but he knew also, what all hardened sinners know, that they owe it to the cacodaimon they obey, to deny everything to the last, as if they were afraid to show any indication of what they consider the weakness of being good.  We allowed him to get quit upon the condition of silence on his part, for a prudent forbearance on ours.

Mrs. Gourlay remained at the Grange for some time, whereby we had an opportunity of further ascertaining all the details of the machination.  A sum of money was given to her, and Graeme’s conscience was relieved, as well by this retribution as by a conviction to which we both came, that the game between him and Gourlay was rendered at least equal by the fact which we had both reason to believe, as stated by Ruggieri, that Gourlay himself intended to cheat, and that his death could be more easily accounted for on that theory than on any other.