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" Well, that's funny," said Mr Dashwood. " I 

 met him at my club, and he told me he lived some- 

 where in Ireland — a big man — very big man — 

 goes in for horses." 



" That's him, sorr." 



" Awfully rummy coincidence," said Mr Dash- 

 wood, turning to his companion. " I lost two 

 ponies to him over the Gatwick SelHng Plate." 



" That's him, sorr," said Moriarty, with con- 

 viction. 



" Awfully funny — do you know him? " 



" No," replied Miss Grimshaw — " at least only 

 by writing to him. I'm going there for awhile 

 to act as governess," she explained. 



" And of course I'll call there to-morrow and 

 look him up. Well, it's extraordinary, really. 

 Joke if we met someone else going to see him that 

 had been lost and wandering about all day — sort 

 of Canterbury Pilgrimage, you know, and we could 

 all sit round the fire at the inn and teU tales." 



" I hope not," said Miss Grimshaw, devoutly, 

 thinking of the gentleman they had left at the old 

 castle and the tale he'd have to tell. 



Moriarty was now talking to the Dancing 

 Mistress, telling her of the feed of corn waiting 

 for her at the inn, and they jogged along rapidly, 

 till presently a few glow-worm sparks before them 

 indicated the Hghts of Cloyne. 



" How long will you be getting the other horse? " 

 asked Miss Grimshaw of Moriarty as they drew 

 up at the inn, which was still open. 



