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stands between the devourer and its objective. 

 Were the jaws of Mr Giveen's spite wide enough 

 to engulf his meanness? This was a question that 

 Mr French was debating vaguely in his mind as he 

 paced the platform with Miss Grimshaw and Eflfie. 



A regiment of Christmas turkeys (live) were 

 being entrained, not in silence; the engine was 

 blowing off steam ; the rattle of barrows, the clank 

 of milk-cans, all these noises made it impossible 

 to hear the approach of wheels on the station 

 road. 



" I believe we'll do it," said Mr French, looking 

 at his watch, which pointed to five minutes to the 

 hour. " Anyhow, we'll be off in five minutes, 

 and I'll break the beast's head at TuUagh if he 

 does follow us." He walked down the train to 

 the third-class carriage where the servants were, 

 and at the door of which Moriarty was colloguing 

 with Nor ah. 



He told Moriarty in a few words of the pursuit 

 and then returned to his own compartment. 



" Take your sates, take your sates for TuUagh, 

 Kildare and Dublin! " 



The van door was shut on the turkeys, the last 

 of the luggage was in the train, the last door was 

 banged to, and the train was just beginning to 

 move, when out of the ticket-office entrance 

 rushed Mr Giveen with a ticket in his hand. He 

 had asked the ticket-collector where Mr French 

 had booked to, and, being told TuUagh, had done 

 likewise. 



