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Errington's brow grew sombre. "This is the story, is it?" he asked at
last.
"It is enough, is it not?" laughed Duprez. "But, after all, what matter?
It will be novel to dine with a mur--"
"Stop!" said Philip fiercely, with so much authority that the sparkling
Pierre was startled. "Call no man by such a name till you know he
deserves it. If Gueldmar was suspected, as you say, why didn't somebody
arrest him on the charge?"
"Because, ye see," replied Macfarlane, "there was not sufficient proof
to warrant such a proceeding. Moreover, the actual meenister of the
parish declared it was a' richt, an' said this Gueldmar was a mon o' vera
queer notions, an' maybe, had buried his wife wi' certain ceremonies
peculiar to himself--What's wrong wi' ye now?"
For a light had flashed on Errington's mind, and with the quick
comprehension it gave him, his countenance cleared. He laughed.
"That's very likely," he said; "Mr. Gueldmar is a character. He follows
the faith of Odin, and not even Dyceworthy can convert him to
Christianity.


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