THE WARNING 137 



" Yes, miss." 



" Well, why did she send you? " 



" If you plaze, miss, I'm Shusey Gallagher." 



" Yes? " 



" I'm the servant at the blacksmith's, miss, 

 and ould Mrs Moriarty sez to me to keep me ears 

 open to hear if the boys was afther playin' any 

 tricks on Mr Frinch, an' she'd give me a 

 sixpence, miss; so I lays wid me ears open, 

 pritindin' to be aslape, and I heard him say 

 to his wife, ' It's fixed for Thursday night,' says 

 he. ' What's fixed? ' says she. ' Frinch's job,' 

 says he." 



" Yes, yes," cut in Miss Grimshaw. " But 

 who were these people speaking? " 



" Mr Blood, the blacksmith, miss, and his wife, 

 and I lyin' wid me ears open and they thinkin' 

 me aslape. ' What are they goin' to do? ' says 

 she. ' Hamstring the coult,' says he. ' Garry- 

 owen? ' says she. ' The same,' says he. ' And 

 how many of them on the job? ' says she. ' Only 

 one,' says he. ' That'll larn ould Frinch,' says 

 she. ' And who's goin' to do it? ' ' Black Larry,' 

 he says, ' and now shut your head, for it's tired I 

 am and wants to go to slape.' " 



" Good heavens! " said Miss Grimshaw. 



" Yes, miss," repUed the tale-teller, evidently 

 pleased with the effect of her information. " And 

 ould Mrs Moriarty whin I tould her, ' Bun, 

 Shusey,' says she, ' hot-fut to Dhrumgool and 

 ax for the young lady, a^nd give her me rispicts. 



