I know nothing about this business,
except that three ruffianly looking fellows named Hogan, common tinkers,
and common vagabonds to boot--men that are my enemies--are the persons
by all accounts who set up the still on my property. As for myself, I
had no more to do in it or with it than yourself or Mr. Chevydale here."
"Well," replied Fethertonge, "I hope not. I should feel much
disappointed if you had, but you know, Bryan," he added, good-humoredly,
"we could scarcely expect that you should admit such a piece of folly,
not to call it by a harsher name."
"If I had embarked in it," replied M'Mahon, "I sartinly would not deny
it to you or Mr. Chevydale, at least; but, as I said before, I know
nothing more about it, than simply it was these ruffians and a fellow
named Phats, a Distiller, that set it a-working,--however, the question
is, what am I to do? If I must pay the fine for the whole townland, it
will beggar me--ruin me. It was that brought me to my landlord here," he
added; "I believe, sir, you have a brother a Commissioner of Excise?"
"Eh? what is that?" asked Chevydaie, looking up suddenly as Bryan asked
the question.
M'Mahon was obliged to repeat all the circumstances once more, as did
Feathertonge the warning he had given him against having any connection
with illegal proceedings.
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