BLACK LARRY 165 



"Look!" said Miss Grimshaw, "isn't that 

 smoke away over there Cloyne? We'll soon be 

 there now, and there is no use in worrying. If he 

 does follow us we'll manage to give him the slip 

 at Tullagh." 



" That'll mean the whole lot of us, servants and 

 all, will have to get out at Tullagh and lose the 

 train and stay the night ; and then we're not sure 

 of escaping him. He'll stick to us like a burr. 

 You don't know Dick Giveen. Who the devil ever 

 invented relations? " 



Miss Grimshaw could not answer this question, 

 which many a man has, no doubt, asked, and no 

 more was said till the long, dreary street of Cloyne, 

 destitute of life and colour, lay before them. 



It was fifteen minutes to eleven when they 

 reached the station. The train was drawn up at 

 the platform. Mrs Driscoll and Norah had taken 

 their seats in a third-class carriage, and Moriarty 

 was seeing the luggage stowed in the van. 



French took the tickets, chose a first-class com- 

 partment, and the hand-bags and wraps having 

 been stowed in it, they walked up and down the 

 platform, waiting and watching. 



There was one point in their favour. Mr 

 Giveen's meanness amounted with tliis gentleman 

 almost to a monomania. He would do incredible 

 things to save a hahpenny. Would he incur the 

 expense of pursuit? Cannibahsm amongst the 

 passions is a law in the mental world. One vice 

 often devours another vice, if the other vice 



