"Nor me.

So--you and me are the only two folk that know." "Well ?" I asked.
He took another pull at his liquor and for a moment or two sat silent, tapping his finger-nails against the rim of the glass.
"It's a queer business, Moneylaws," he said at last.

"Look at it anyway you like, it's a queer business! Here's one man, yon lodger of your mother's, comes into the town and goes round the neighbourhood reading the old parish registers and asking questions at the parson's--aye, and he was at it both sides of the Tweed--I've found that much out for myself! For what purpose?
Is there money at the back of it--property--something of that sort, dependent on this Gilverthwaite unearthing some facts or other out of those old books?
And then comes another man, a stranger, that's as mysterious in his movements as Gilverthwaite was, and he's to meet Gilverthwaite at a certain lonely spot, and at a very strange hour, and Gilverthwaite can't go, and he gets you to go, and you find the man--murdered! And--close by--you've seen this other man, who, between you and me--though it's no secret--is as much a stranger to the neighbourhood as ever Gilverthwaite was or Phillips was!" "I don't follow you at that," I said.
"No ?" said he.

"Then I'll make it plainer to you.

Do you know that until yon Sir Gilbert Carstairs came here, not so long since, to take up his title and his house and the estate, he'd never set foot in the place, never been near the place, this thirty year?
Man! his own father, old Sir Alec, and his own sister, Mrs.Ralston of Craig, had never clapped eyes on him since he went away from Hathercleugh a youngster of one-and-twenty!" "Do you tell me that, Mr.Crone ?" I exclaimed, much surprised at his words.