"
"Oh, never fear, Mr. Hycy, I'll soon make that plain enough," she
replied.
"But in the mean time," said Chevydale, "will you state the names of
those who did commit the robbery?"
"I will," she replied.
"The whole truth, Nanny," exclaimed Kate.
"It was Bat Hogan, then, that robbed Mr. Burke," she replied;
"and--and--"
"Out wid it," said Kate.
"And who besides, my good girl?" inquired Vanston.
The young woman looked round with compassion upon Jemmy Burke, and the
tears started to her eyes. "I pity him!" she exclaimed, "I pity him--that
good old man;" and, as she uttered the words, she wept aloud.
"This, I fear, is getting rather a serious affair," said Vanston, in a
low voice to Chevydale--"I see how the tide is likely to turn."
Chevydale merely nodded, as if he also comprehended it. "You were about
to add some other name?" said he; "in the mean time compose yourself and
proceed."
Hycy Burke's face at this moment had become white as a sheet; in fact,
to any one of common penetration, guilt and a dread of the coming
disclosure were legible in every lineament of it.
"Who was the other person you were about to mention?" asked Vanston.
"His own son, sir, Mr. Hycy Burke, there."
"Ha!" exclaimed Chevydale; "Mr. Hycy Burke, do you say? Mr. Burke,"
he added, addressing that gentleman, "how is this? Here is a grave and
serious charge against you.
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