The Cotton Factory Times. — 1889-05-10 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

STORY OF THE BURKE AND HARE TRAGEDIES.  B: R. T. CASSON, Author of "The Poacher's Revenge," Ac.  CHAPTER XLVl.—Continned.  Satisfied with the result of his search, Bert tied up the clothes of his murdered cousin and hid them in the coal-banker, then throwing himself on the bed be was soon fast asleep. Jamie dare not attempt to fbllow his example, bat he did not go far—only to the stair head in the same square. At daylight he was wakened by a man going to his work, and he took up his watch on the other side of the West Bow corner, from whence be commanded a view of the tunnel-like entrance to Major Weir's Land. There Jamie waited till nom, not having had any breakfast. Then when hunger was gaining the mastery over his desire to And out what Bert intended to do next, he saw a man enter the vaulted passage, and though there was no aliment resemblance between the stranger and the man he had followed from Currie, Jamie intuitively knew it was he. Thinking he would stay inside some time, Jamie. who had a few pence in his pocket, went and got a roll and a cap of coffee, and returned just in time to see Bert again leave the house, still disguised. Bert was, in fact, exercising all the cunning and ingenuity he could brign to his aid to avoid detection. He knew it would be some time before Mark's disappearance would be discovered, and it behoved him in the meantime to get away from Edinburgh. It was lucky for him that the five hundred pounds given him by Helen had been transferred to his account, or it would have been taken byillrquhs.rt. He had still four hundred in the bank, and that would suffice till Mark's friends were satisfied that be was dead. He was somewhat troubled about the two bundles of clothes he had hidden away, especially the one in the hollow tree, for he never dreamt that anyone had seen him hide the other in the coal banker. But he dared not again go down to Currie, for Mark's absence would have set the Patersons on the alert. Having made all his preparations, he was on his way to the hotel from whence the London coach started, and finding he, had still an hour to spare he turned into a chophouse to have lunch. The first words he heard caused his blood to run cold and his teeth to chatter.  "They say it's the body of a gentleman, and that a horrible murder has been committed."  The river had given up its dead. "The body is at the polioe station, and lots of people are going to see it. There was a diamond ring on one hand said to be worth a hundred guineas, and his hands are as white and soft as any lady's." "A diamond ring 1" said Bert to himself. "Idiot that I was not to see that and remove it. Now it may lead to his identification; but they can't prove I did it."  _ But even as the moth hovers round the flame of the candle, so Bert felt constrained to stay in Edinburgh and watch the course of events. In the afternoon in another chophouse he saw a special edition of the Courant, which contained the following—to Bert—startling paragraph : " BCPPOSISD MURDER OF A tirENTLEMAN.-A BODY Form) Flames IN THE Rtvrat.—Aboat midnight last night, a fisherman discovered the body of a man floating down the river, and on taking it to the shore it was at once suspected that a foul murder had been committed. On the finger of the right hand of the deceased was a diamond ring, valued by a jeweller at a hundred guineas, proving deceased to be a gentleman of means. The doctor says the body had only been in the river a few hours, and that death had been caused by a fearful blow under the right ear. Deceased was about five feet nine inches in height, with black curly air, and black moustache. The body was quite destitute of clothing, and it is believed the murderer had stripped off the clothing to prevent identification. A clue, however, has been obtained, which the police are diligently following up." If anybody had seen Bert's face as he finished reading the paragraph, they would have been struck by its terrified expression. He began to fear detection.