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French rose up and paced the floor several 

 times without speaking, then he broke out : 



" I don't see what Dash wood is to do with him; 

 unless he murders him he'll never stop him from 

 going to Lewis and blowing the gaff. What's the 

 good of following him? Might as well leave him 

 alone; better to have it over at once and done 

 with. Well, let them do their worst, but they'll 

 never get the horse, for as sure as Lewis takes 

 possession I'll shoot him." 



" Shoot Mr Lewis? " 



"No; the horse." 



He strode out of the room, and by the back 

 entrance to the bungalow found the stable-yard. 



Moriarty was in the yard, completing a trap of 

 his own invention; a thing simple as sin, fatal as 

 death, and artful as the mind of its maker. Miss 

 Grimshaw had spoken strongly to Mrs DriscoU 

 about the poaching. Catching rabbits and such 

 things might be excusable, said Miss Grimshaw, 

 but poaching sheep and eggs was indefensible. 

 It was robbery, in fact, and should it come to her 

 ears again she would inform Mr French. Stoutly 

 denying all knowedge of the fact, Mrs Driscoll, 

 all the same, listened to the words of the governess 

 and conveyed them to Moriarty. 



" Sheep? " said Moriarty, with a wink at his 

 informer. *' What sheep does she mane? " 



" Faith, I dunno, but she says she saw you and 

 Andy draggin' a sheep into the loose-box be the 

 wan The Cat's in." 



