44 GARRYOWEN 



Miss Grimshaw felt rather disgusted at this 

 spiritless fiasco ; she was quite without knowledge, 

 however, of Moriarty's thorough methods and far- 

 reaching ways. 



" I thought you were going to play him a trick," 

 said she. 



Moriarty, who had got down for a moment to 

 look at the mare's off fore shoe, sprang on to the 

 car again, turned the car, touched the mare with 

 the whip and turned to the astonished Miss Grim- 

 shaw. 



" This isn't Mr Frinch's house at all, miss." 



" Why — you said it was." 



" It's his house, right enough," said Moriarty, 

 " but it hasn't been lived in for a hundred and tin 

 years; it's got nothin' inside it but thistles and 

 bats. He axed me for Mr Frinch's house ; well, I've 

 driv him to Mr Frinch's house, him and his ow-de- 

 cologne bottle, but Mr Frinch doesn't hve here, 

 he fives at Drumgool — " 



'' How far is Drumgool from here? " 



*' It's fifteen miles from here to Cloyne, miss, and 

 fifteen from Cloyne to Drumgool." 



"Oh, good heavens!" said Miss Grimshaw, 

 " thirty miles from here." 



" There or thereabouts, miss; we'll have to get 

 a new horse at Cloyne. The ould mare is nearly 

 done, and she'd be finished entirely, only I gave 

 her a two-hours' rest before I tuk you up at the 

 station." 



" Look! " groaned the girl. 



