136 MY UNCLE AND 



if, after we are gone, any gentlemen from Dublin should arrive in 

 great haste, and make any pai'ticular enquiries as to whether I have 

 passed this way, recollect, will you, that I have not been through here 

 for a generation back." " Yes, yer honner." " And if he seems 

 determined despite this to follow on my track, couldn't you (and 

 my Uncle popped something glittering into the landlord's hand) 

 manage to stop his gallop for an hour or two." Gonnan peeped up at 

 my Uncle, winked his eye knowingly, and said — " certainly yer 

 honner, i'll keep him here for a thrifle of lime." After refreshing 

 themselves, the party again started, and journeying more slowly, 

 about daybreak passed through Roundwood, within a few miles of 

 which lay my Uncle's property, where, on arriving, everything was 

 made safe, and the party lay down for a nap. Sometime after 

 leaving Enniskella, a caniage drove up to the inn, containing a gen- 

 tleman dressed in black and having a suspicious and shrewd look ; he 

 was accompanied by a shabbier dressed personage, who proved to be 

 no other than our friend who had gone to see the fire. After entering 

 and ordering something to drink, the gentleman said carelessly to the 

 landlord," By the bye, is there not a gentleman called More, who has 

 a place a few miles from here ?" " More," said the landlord, scratch- 

 ing his head and looking puzzled, " is id Charley More you mean ?" 

 " The same," said the stranger " Why" said the landlord, " his place is 

 some distance from this." " Indeed, how far?" " How far ! now, why 

 there you puzzle me ; it is a gi'eat distance over the mountains and 

 near to Roundwood." " Ah, I wanted to see him ; do you know him?" 

 "Know him, yer honner ? yes, there's very few in Wicklow that does 

 not know Charley More. He passes through here I should suppose 

 now and then ?" *' Yes, yer honner, and he always gives me a call." 

 " Indeed ! how long may it be since he passed through this village." 

 "How long," said the landlord, "by thepowers I'm bad atgeogrophy, 

 but I think I can tell by near, —let me see," — and here he looked as 

 completely mystified as a man can well be supposed to look. After a 

 variety of short impatient exclamations, counting his fingers and 

 putting them through his hair, he anived at the conclusive point, that 

 " it was just three months, all but two days, before the man was found 

 with his throat cut a mile or two from his house. I don't mean, yer 

 honner, the man that got his brains knocked out, wheifhe was going 

 lo distrain on somebody for rent, or to give_ somebody a dirty >\rit; 



