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" Dhrunken man," said Moriarty from the road. 

 " I've got him here. He called at The Martens 

 dead dhrunk and 'saulted me. Look at me face. 

 Come down wid you and gaol him, or he'll tear the 

 village to pieces, bad luck to him! " 



" One minute," said Mr Boiler, " and I'll attend 

 to his business for him." 



Next moment he was in the street, where 

 Moriarty, with a deft touch on the adductor 

 tendons, had deposited ^Ir Piper on his back. 



"Now then, now then! what's all this?" 

 asked the constable, approaching the disciple of 

 La Savate. 



The kick on the knee-cap which he received as 

 a reply made him assume the attitude of a medi- 

 tative stork for some seconds. Then he closed 

 with his prey. 



" If you ax me what's best to be done, sir," 

 said Moriarty, later in the night, as he stood in 

 the sitting-room after being compHmented on his 

 work, "I'd have Mr Dashwood go over to Holl- 

 borough in the morning, when this chap will be 

 had before the magistrate, and pay the fine — 

 it'll be a matter of two pounds sure. Boiler tould 

 me — and fetch Piper back here, and tell him to 

 sit aisy and the horse wiU be back afther the race. 

 You see, sorr, we've got the weather gauge on the 

 chap now. If the men that employ him knew 

 he'd been drunk and gaoled he'd lose his job. 

 We'll keep it dark for him if he'll keep it dark 



