What do they say in my country?
'Him that will to Coupar, maun to Coupar.' And what do they say in your country?
'Needs must when the deevil drives.'" With that excellent reason for turning his back on his own principles, Mr.Bishopriggs shuffled out of the room to fetch the cards.
The dresser-drawer in the pantry contained a choice selection of miscellaneous objects--a pack of cards being among them.

In searching for the cards, the wary hand of the head-waiter came in contact with a morsel of crumpled-up paper.

He drew it out, and recognized the letter which he had picked up in the sitting-room some hours since.
"Ay! ay! I'll do weel, I trow, to look at this while my mind's runnin' on it," said Mr.Bishopriggs.

"The cairds may e'en find their way to the parlor by other hands than mine." He forthwith sent the cards to Arnold by his second in command, closed the pantry door, and carefully smoothed out the crumpled sheet of paper on which the two letters were written.

This done, he trimmed his candle, and began with the letter in ink, which occupied the first three pages of the sheet of note-paper.
It ran thus: "WINDYGATES HOUSE, _August_ 12, 1868.
"GEOFFREY DELAMAYN,--I have waited in the hope that you would ride over from your brother's place, and see me--and I have waited in vain.