He is one of the most intelligent and most unscrupulous old vagabonds in Scotland; perfectly honest as to all average matters involving pounds, shillings, and pence; perfectly unprincipled in the pursuit of his own interests, where the violation of a trust lies on the boundary-line which marks the limit of the law.

I made two unpleasant discoveries when I had him in my employment.

I found that he had contrived to supply himself with a duplicate of my seal; and I had the strongest reason to suspect him of tampering with some papers belonging to two of my clients.

He had done no actual mischief, so far; and I had no time to waste in making out the necessary case against him.
He was dismissed from my service, as a man who was not to be trusted to respect any letters or papers that happened to pass through his hands." "I see, uncle! I see!" "Plain enough now--isn't it?
If that missing letter of Miss Silvester's is a letter of no importance, I am inclined to believe that it is merely lost, and may be found again.

If, on the other hand, there is any thing in it that could promise the most remote advantage to any person in possession of it, then, in the execrable slang of the day, I will lay any odds, Blanche, that Bishopriggs has got the letter!" "And he has left the inn! How unfortunate!" "Unfortunate as causing delay--nothing worse than that.