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Barrin'ton of Inchkiilin Haal. Ould Mr Barrin'ton 

 stud six f ut four ; he'd never missed a meet of the 

 houn's for sixty years, 'cept whin he was laid up 

 wid broken Umbs or sittin' in Parh'mint. This chap 

 called ould Mr Barrin'ton his 'ponent, said he was 

 wastin' the money of the people keepin' houn's and 

 horses, and went on till wan day the boys got hold 

 of him — and d'ye know what they did to him? " 



" No." 



" Faith, they headed him up in a barr'l and 

 rowled him into the river." 



Moriarty, without another word, got up, left 

 Mr Piper to his meditations, and strode towards 

 the kitchen. 



"Where's the masther? " asked Moriarty of Norah. 



" In the sittin'-room," rephed Norah. 



He passed through the kitchen, crossed the Httle 

 hall and knocked at the sitting-room door. 



" Come in," said French's voice, and he entered. 



French, Miss Grimshaw and Bobby Dashwood 

 were seated about the room ; the men were smoking 

 and in arm-chairs ; Miss Grimshaw was at the table, 

 sitting erect, with her elbows upon it. Her Ups 

 were pursed, for they had been discussing Mr Piper. 



" If you plaze, sorr," said Moriarty, when 

 French bade him speak, " I've been takin' the 

 size of that chap in the yard." 



" And what do you think of him, Moriarty? " 



" Faith, sorr, I'm thinkin' he was one of the 

 left overs whin they was makin' parr'ts, and the 

 divil thried to make a monkey of him, and spiled 



