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Mr Dashwood, having celebrated the victory in 

 champagne cup, drove up to the Epsom pohce 

 station. The Major made himseK known, and 

 obtained permission for Mr French to interview 

 his relative. 



Mr Giveen was seated in a poHce cell with a 

 poHce blanket over his shoulders. 



" Well, there you are! " said French. " And a 

 nice disgrace to me and the family ! What brought 

 you down here at all? Do you know what you'll 

 get for this? Six months, if you get an hour." 



" Oh, glory be to God! " said Giveen. " Sure 

 I don't know what's been happening to me at all, 

 at all. What have I done that you should all be 

 going on at me like this? " 



" What have you done? " cried French. " You've 

 betrayed me to Lewis, you scoundrel! That's 

 what you've done, sorrow mend you! You came 

 sneaking down to Crowsnest to get my address. 

 You're a bad, black-hearted beast, that's what 

 you are, and it's glad I am to think you'll spend 

 the next six months, or maybe the next year, 

 picking oakum or dancing on the tread-mill. 

 Come now and tell the whole truth. What have 

 you been doing? " 



Urged to the tale, Mr Giveen told all about 

 Paddy Welsh and Mr Lazarus, French Hstening 

 and scarcely able to contain his merriment. 



" Paddy Welsh! " said he. " Oh, faith! that 

 makes it worse and worse ! Oh, faith ! you've done 

 for yourself now, and it's maybe two years you'll 



