Fettes was an old drunken Scotchman, a man of education obviously, and a man of some property, since he lived in idleness.
Fettes walked steadily to the spot, and we, who were hanging behind, beheld the two men meet, as one of them had phrased it, face to face.
But his tribulation was not yet entirely at an end, for even as he was passing Fettes clutched him by the arm and these words came in a whisper, and yet painfully distinct,
Next day the servant found the fine gold spectacles broken on the threshold, and that very night we were all standing breathless by the bar- room window, and Fettes at our side, sober, pale, and resolute in look.
In his young days Fettes studied medicine in the schools of Edinburgh.
Fettes, for instance, had often remarked to himself upon the singular freshness of the bodies.
But the other looked Fettes darkly in the eyes, and demanded the money on the spot.
With Fettes he was on terms of intimacy; indeed, their relative positions called for some community of life; and when subjects were scarce the pair would drive far into the country in Macfarlane's gig, visit and desecrate some lonely graveyard, and return before dawn with their booty to the door of the dissecting-room.
Fettes heard him, and met him on the stairs, told him his story, and showed him the cause of his alarm.
Some one else might recognise her,' objected Fettes.
This was the tone of all others to affect the mind of a lad like Fettes.
One afternoon, when his day's work was over, Fettes dropped into a popular tavern and found Macfarlane sitting with a stranger.