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" thim things that's gettin' the chickens out of the 

 van calls themselves porthers, I b'lave." 



Without another word he stepped into the 

 carriage and whipped the travelling-bag, the 

 bundle of rugs, and other small articles on to the 

 platform. 



" You didn't happen to see an ouldish lady'^in 

 the train anywhere between here and Dubhn, 

 miss? " said Moriarty — for Moriarty it was — as he 

 deposited the last of the bundles. 



" No," said Miss Grimshaw, " I didn't." 



" Begorra, then," said Moriarty, " she's either 

 missed the train or tumbled out of it. Billy " — 

 to a porter who was coming leisurely up — " when 

 you've done thinkin' over that prize you tuk in the 

 beauty show, maybe you'll atind to the company's 

 business and hft the young lady's luggage." 



" I expected a trap to meet me from Mr French 

 of Drumgool," said Miss Grimshaw as Billy took 

 the luggage. 



" Mr French did you say, miss? " said Moriarty. 



" Yes, Mr French of Drumgool House; he ex- 

 pected me by this train." 



Moriarty broke into a grin that broadened and 

 spread over his ugly face like the ripple on a pond. 



" Faith, thin," said he, " it's Mr French will have 

 a most agrayable surprise. ' Moriarty,' says he 

 to me, ' take the car and meet the lady that's 

 comin' by the ha'f-pas' five thrain. You can't 

 mistake her,' he says, ' for she's an ouldish lady 

 in spic tides.' " 



