ok his hand, there was a kind of a quiver in his fingers; but
that was over immediately. His eyes and mouth were a bit open; the blood
was coming very fast, and the wounds on his head looked very
deep--frightful--as I conjectured they were done with a falchion (a name
given to a heavy wooden sword resembling a New Zealand weapon); there
was blood coming from one ear, and his mouth; there was no sign of life
about him, and I thought him quite dead. I would have lifted him against
a tree, but his head looked all in a smash, and I daren't move him. I
knew him for Dr. Sturk, of the Artillery; he wore his regimentals; I did
not see his hat; his head was bare when I saw him.

'When I saw 'twas Doctor Sturk, I was frightened; he had treated me
mighty ill, and I resented it, which I did not conceal; and I thought
'twould look very much against me if I were any way mixed up in this
dreadful occurrence--especially not knowing who did it--and being alone
with the body so soon after 'twas done. I crossed the park wall
therefore; but by the time I came near Barrack-street, I grew uneasy in
my mind, lest Doctor Sturk should still have life in him, and perish for
want of help. I went down to the river-side, and washed my hands, for
there was blood upon 'em, and while so employed, by mischance I lost my
hat in the water and could not recover it. I stood for a while by the
river-bank; it was a lonely place; I was thinking of crossing there
first, I was so frightened; I changed my mind, however, and went round
by Bloody-bridge.

'The further I went the more fearful I grew, lest Sturk should die for
want of help that I might send him; and although I thought him dead, I
got such a dread of this over me as I can't describe. I saw two soldiers
opposite the "Royal Oak" inn, and I told them I overheard a fellow speak
of an officer that lay wounded in the Butcher's Wood, not far from the
park-wall, and gave them half-a-crown to have search made, which they
promised, and took the money.

'I crossed Bloody-bridge, and got into a coach, and so to Luke Gamble's.
I told him nothing of Sturk; I had talked foolishly to him, and did not
know what even he might think. I told him all about M. M.'s, that is Mary
Duncan's turning up; she went by that name in London, and kept a
lodging-house. I took his advice on the matter, and sailed next morning.
The man Archie Duncan had left Edinburgh, but I traced him to Carlisle
and thence to York, where I found hi