' As soon as he entered the room--an' this
again, ye may see, my leddy an' maister Grant, he tellt me
efterwards--'Whaur did ye bury the heid ye tuik frae the cellar?'
said his master til him, an' speiredna a word as to hoo he had been
sae lang gane for the wine. 'I buried it i' the garden,' answered
he. 'I hope you know the spot!' said the strange gentleman. 'Yes,
sir, I do,' said Harper. 'Then come and show me,' said he.
"So the three of them went oot thegither, an' got a spade; an'
luckily the butler was able to show them at once the varra spot. An'
the gentleman he howkit up the skull wi' his ain han's, carefu' not
to touch it with the spade, an' broucht it back in his han' to the
hoose, knockin' the earth aff it with his rouch traivellin' gluves.
But whan Harper lookit to be told to take it back to the place where
he found it, an' trembled at the thoucht, wonderin' hoo he was to
get haud o' me an' naebody the wiser, for he didna want to show
fricht i' the day-time, to his grit surprise an' no sma' pleesur,
the gentleman set the skull on the chimley-piece. An' as lunch had
been laid i' the meantime, for Mr. Heywood--I hae jist gotten a grup
o' his name--had to be awa' again direckly, he h'ard the whole story
as he waitit upo' them. I suppose they thoucht it better he should
hear an' tell the rest, the sooner to gar them forget the terrors we
had come throuw.
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