"Hycy
Burke, who is proverbially extravagant, having at last, in an indirect
way, ruined young M'Mahon, from the double motive of ill-will and a wish
to raise money by running illicit spirits--"
"The d--d scoundrel!" exclaimed the gauger, seized with a virtuous
fit of (professional) indignation, "that fellow would scruple at
nothing--proceed."
"By the way," observed the other, rather maliciously, "he made a
complete tool of you in M'Mahon's affair."
"He did, the scoundrel," replied his uncle, wincing a good deal;
"but, as the matter was likely to turn up, he was only working out my
purposes."
"He is in a bad mess now, however," continued his nephew.
"Why, is there worse to come?"
"This same Nanny Peety, you must know, is a relative, it seems, to Bat
Hogan's wife. For some time past there has come a strange man named
Vincent, and his wife, to reside in the neighborhood, and this fellow in
conjunction with the Hogans, was managing some secret proceedings which
no one can penetrate. Now, it appears that Hogan's wife, who has been
kept out of this secret, got Nanny Peety to set her father to work in
order to discover it. Peety, by the advice of Hogan's wife, called in
Teddy Phat's--"
"What's that? Teddy Phats? Now, by the way, Harry, don't abuse poor
Teddy. You will be surprised, Hal, when I tell you that he and I have
played into each other's hands for years.
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