"
"All the truth, Nanny," said Kate Hogan, in a voice of strongly
condensed power; "Hycy Burke," she proceeded, "you ruined Bryan
M'Mahon here--and, by ruinin' him, you broke Miss Kathleen Cavanagh's
heart--she's gone--no docthor could save her now; and for this you'll
soon know what Kate Hogan can do. Go on, Nanny."
"Well, gintlemon," Nanny began, "in the first place it was Mr. Hycy here
that got the Still up in Ahadarra, in ordher to beggar Bryan M'Mahon by
the fine."
Hycy laughed. "Excellent!" said he; "Why, really, Mr. Chevydale, I did
not imagine that you could suffer such a farce as this is likely to turn
out to be enacted exactly in your office."
"Enacted! well, that's, appropriate at any rate," said the schoolmaster;
"but in the mane time, Mr. Hycy, take care that the farce won't become
a tragedy on your hands, and you yourself the hero of it. Proceed,
girsha."
"How do you know," asked Chevydale, "that this charge is true?"
"If I don't know it," she replied, "my aunt here does,--and I think so
does Mr. Harry Clinton an' others."
"Pray, my woman, what do you know about this matter?" asked Chevydale,
addressing Kate.
"Why that it was Mr. Hycy Burke that gave the Hogans the money to make
the Still, set it up--and to Teddy Phats to buy barley; and although he
didn't tell them it was to ruin Bryan M'Mahon he did it, sure they all
knew it was--'spishly when he made them change from Glendearg above,
where they were far safer, down to Ahadarra.
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