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" Begad! " said Mr French, " this is like Provi- 

 dence." 



" Isn't it? You hold on here and I'll send the 

 wire. I'll send it to his chambers in the Albany, 

 and we'll have the reply back to-night or to- 

 morrow morning." 



When the wire was despatched ^Ir French pro- 

 posed an adjournment to the Kildare Street Club, 

 whither, accordingly, the two gentlemen took their 

 way. 



" If," said he, " we can pull this business off I'll 

 never forget it to you. You don't know what this 

 means to me. It's not the money so much, 

 though that's a good deal, but it's the outwitting 

 and getting the better of those scoundrels, Dick 

 Giveen and the rest of them. Even if your friend 

 agrees to lend us this place aU our troubles aren't 

 ended. I want to get the horse away without any- 

 one knowing where I'm taking him to. I'll have 

 to take Moriarty and Andy, and I can't leave Effie 

 behind, for if I did I'd have to write to her, and 

 they'd see the post-marks at the post-office 

 in Cloyne, and my address would be all over the 

 place. I mustn't leave a clue behind me to 

 teU where I'm gone to, and with that beast of a 

 Giveen nosing about like a rat it'll be difficult 

 rather ; but we'll do it." 



" Yes," said Mr Dashwood, " we'll do it." The 

 excitement of the business filled him with pleasure- 

 able anticipations, and he had not reckoned on 

 Emmanuel Ibbetson in vain, for when they got 



