Well, when the mistress met him she was goin' to bawl
out wid terror, an' would, too, only that Masther Hycy flew to her, put
his hand on her mouth, an' whispered something in her ear. He then went
over to Bat, and got a large shafe of bank-notes from him, an' motioned
him to be off wid himself, an' that he'd see him to-morrow. Bat went
down in the dark, an' Hycy an' his mother had some conversation in a
low voice on the lobby. She seemed angry, an' he was speakin' soft an'
strivin' to put her into good humor again. I then dipt back to bed, but
the never a wink could I get till mornin'; an' when I went down, the
first thing I saw was Bat Hogan's shoes. It was hardly light at the
time; but at any rate I hid them where they couldn't be got, an' it was
well I did, for the first thing I saw was Bat himself peering about the
street and yard, like a man that was looking for something that he had
lost."
"But how did you know that the shoes were Hogan's?" asked Vanston.
"Why, your honor, any one that ever seen the man might know that. One
of his heels is a trifle shorter than the other, which makes him halt a
little, an' he has a bunion as big as an egg on the other foot."
"Ay, Nanny," said Kate, "that's the truth; but I can tell you more,
gentlemen. On the evenin' before, when Mr. Hycy came home, he made up
the plan to rob his father wid Phil Hogan; but Phil got drunk that night
an' Bat had to go in his place.
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