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Father Pat not to be too anxious to get him quit 

 of purthatory if it was there that herself was sure 

 of goin' sthraight to Hivin." 



The old covert keeper had other things to say, 

 one of them that Mrs. Cassidy was sure to purchase 

 the stuff in the local village close by, because she 

 had a running account there and the owner of the 

 shop would not dare to refuse her. 



This hint brought an idea as brilliant as a 

 diamond into the unhappy country magnate's 

 head. The man who would sell Mrs. Mary Cassidy 

 the poison, hunted himself whenever he could get 

 out, was a well-known friend to fox-hunting and 

 an obhging man. 



Mrs. Cassidy did not receive a cheque for one 

 pound. Mrs. Cassidy rolled into the little shop 

 demanding " strycneen to pisin rots with." Her 

 expression a truculent one. She was served quite 

 readily. A paper package labelled poison was 

 handed to her very quickly, and full directions 

 given. 



" Sprinkle it on tastes of mate, etc. — an5rthing 

 she had " 



The now odoriferous corpse of the Rolling Reds 

 and some scraps of bacon were easily found as bait. 



Mrs. Cassidy, carefully watched by the covert 

 keeper, was seen to leave her home in the dusk 

 and march towards the gorse. She really meant it. 



A watcher heard her grunting as she failed to 

 undo the gate and had to scramble over a bank. 



