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Lewis bowed. 



" I've come to you about a matter of importance," 

 said Giveen. " You sent a man over to Ireland 

 to seize the goods of a relation of mine — Michael 

 French of Drumgool House." 



" I did not," said Lewis. " My agent in Dublin 

 moved in the matter." 



" Well, sure it's all one and the same thing. 

 French had skedaddled. He's taken his horses 

 away, and you don't know his address. Come, 

 now, isn't that the truth? " 



" Yes, it is. By any chance, do you know his 

 address? " 



" I do." 



" Then," said Mr Lewis, " I must ask you for 

 it." 



" Oh, must you, faith? And how are you to 

 make me teU you? See here, now — a bargain is 

 a bargain, and I'll sell you it for a fiver." 



Half-an-hour later he left the office of Mr Lewis 

 with the promise of a five-pound note should his 

 information prove correct, and the satisfaction 

 of having revenged himself on his kinsman. 



He turned into O'Shee's in the Strand. Though 

 he only drank ginger-beer and soda-water he 

 frequented O'Shee's, finding there compatriots 

 whom he could bore with his conversation. 



He had arranged to return to Ireland on the 

 sixteenth, and on the fourteenth, the night before 

 the City and Suburban, wandering into O'Shee's, 

 he fell into conversation with an affable gentleman 



