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Said Andy: "Is the bailiff chap still at his 

 supper? " 



" Faith and he is," repHed Mrs Driscoll. 



" Then kape him there for another ha'ff-hour, 

 for Moriarty's goin' to play him a trick and get 

 the horses away unbeknownst to him." 



]VIr Piper fell into the trap. 



He rose from the table, used the back of his 

 hand as a serviette, strolled to the kitchen door 

 and contemplated the evening. The sky was 

 cloudless and a full moon was rising over the hills. 

 From the stables came occasionally the stamping 

 of horse-hoofs. He strolled round to the yard, 

 where he met Moriarty, who was Hghting a stable 

 lantern. 



" Fine evening," said Mr Piper. 



" Fine which? " 



" Evening." 



" Oh, faith, it's fine enough. Andy, where 

 were your blitherin' skyhghts when you stuck 

 this wick in the stable lanthern? " 



He got it ahght and closed it; then he swung 

 off with it, followed by Andy, and the pair dis- 

 appeared. 



" Done 'em that time," said the bailiff to him- 

 seK. " I doubt but it will be a question of me 

 sitting -up all night and sleeping in the day." 



He made a tour of the premises; he left them 

 and took a walk on the road dov/n below, enjoying 

 the beauty of the evening. An hour and a half 

 later found him again in the stable-yard. 



