Mr. Hycy promised to see the Hogans that
mornin' at his father's, about ten o'clock; but when they went he had
gone off to Ballymacan; an' as they expected him every minute, they
stayed about the place in spite o' the family, an' mended everything
they could lay their hands on. Bat an' Mr. Hycy met that night in Teddy
Phat's still-house, in Glendearg, an' went home together across the
mountains aftherward."
"Well, Mr. Burke, what have you to say to this?" asked Chevydale.
"Why," replied Hycy, "that it's a very respectable conspiracy as it
stands, supported by the thief and vagabond, and the beggar's brat."
"Was there any investigation at the time of its occurrence?" asked
Vanston.
"There was, your honor," replied Nanny; "it was proved, clearly enough
that Phil and Ned Hogan were both dead drunk that night an' couldn't
commit a robbery; an' Masther Hycy himself said that he knew how Bat
spent the night, an' that of course he couldn't do it; an' you know,
your honors, there was no gettin' over that. I have, or rather my father
has, Bat Hogan's shoes still."
"This, I repeat, seems a very serious charge, Mr. Burke," said Chevydale
again.
"Which, as I said before, contains not one particle of truth," replied
Hycy. "If I had resolved to break open my father's chest to get cash out
of it, it is not likely that I would call in the aid of such a man
as Bat Hogan.
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