It comes
to my ears that James and the witnesses--the witnesses, Mr.
Balfour!--lay in close dungeons, and shackled forbye, in the
military prison at Fort William; none allowed in to them, nor they
to write. The witnesses, Mr. Balfour; heard ye ever the match of
that? I assure ye, no old, crooked Stewart of the gang ever out-
faced the law more impudently. It's clean in the two eyes of the
Act of Parliament of 1700, anent wrongous imprisonment. No sooner
did I get the news than I petitioned the Lord Justice Clerk. I
have his word to-day. There's law for ye! here's justice!"
He put a paper in my hand, that same mealy-mouthed, false-faced
paper that was printed since in the pamphlet "by a bystander," for
behoof (as the title says) of James's "poor widow and five
children."
"See," said Stewart, "he couldn't dare to refuse me access to my
client, so he RECOMMENDS THE COMMANDING OFFICER TO LET ME IN.
Recommends!--the Lord Justice Clerk of Scotland recommends. Is not
the purpose of such language plain? They hope the officer may be
so dull, or so very much the reverse, as to refuse the
recommendation.
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