"I"ll give you the whole day, Dandy, if you wish. I shall be engaged, and will not require any further services from you until to-morrow."
Dandy looked at him very significantly, and with a degree of a.s.surance, for which we can certainly offer no apology, puckered his naturally comic face into a most mysterious grin, and closing one eye, or in other words, giving his master a knowing wink, said--
"Very well, sir, I know how many banes makes five at any rate--let me alone."
"What do you mean, you varlet," said his master, "by that impudent wink?"
"Wink?" replied Dandy, with a face of admirable composure. "Oh, you observed it, then? Sure, G.o.d help me, it"s a wakeness I have in one of my eyes ever since I had the small-pock."
"And pray which eye is it in?" asked his master.
"In the left, your honor."
"But, you scoundrel, you winked at me with the right."
"Troth, sir, maybe I did, for it sometimes pa.s.ses from the one to the other wid me--but not often indeed--it"s princ.i.p.ally in my left."
"Very well; but in speaking to me, use no such grimaces in future; and now go see your cousin. I shall sleep for a few hours, for I feel somewhat jaded, paid out of order on many accounts. But before you go, listen to me, and mark me well. You saw me in conversation with Miss Gourlay?"
Dandy, whose perception was quick as lightning, had his finger on his lips immediately. "I understand you, sir," said he; "and once for all, sir," he proceeded, "do you listen to me. You may lay it down as one of the ten commandments, that any secret you may plaise to trust me with, will be undher a tombstone. I"m not the stuff that a traitor or villain is made of. So, once for fill, your honor, make your mind aisy on that point."
"It will be your own interest to prove faithful," said his master. "Here is a month"s wages for you in advance."
Dandy, having accepted the money, immediately proceeded to the next hackney station, which was in the same street, where he took a coach by the hour; and having got into it, ordered the driver to follow that which he saw waiting at the door of the hotel aforesaid.
"Folly that hackney," said he to the driver, "at what is called a respectful distance, an" you"ll be no loser by it."
"Is there a piece of fun in the wind?" asked the driver, with a knowing grin.
"When you go to your Padereens tonight," replied Dandy, "that is, in case you ever trouble them, you may swear it on them."
"Whish! More power--I"m the boy will rowl you on."
"There, they"re off," said Dandy; "but don"t be in a hurry, for fraid we might seem to folly them--only for your life and sowl, and as you hope to get half-a-dozen gum-ticklers when we come come back--don"t let them out o" sight. By the rakes o" Mallow, this jaunt may be the makin" o"
you. Says his lordship to me, "Dandy," says he, "find out where she goes to, and you and every one that helps you to do so, is a made man.""
"Ha, ha!" exclaimed the driver, with glee, "is that it? Come, then--here"s at you--they"re off."
It was not yet five o"clock, and the stranger requested to be shown to a bedroom, to which he immediately retired, in order to gain a few hours"
sleep, after the fatigue of his journey and the agitation which he had Undergone.
In the meantime, as Dandy followed Miss Gourlay, so shall we follow him. The chase, we must admit, was conducted with singular judgment and discretion, the second chaise jogging on--but that, in fact, is not the term--we should rather say flogging on, inasmuch as that which contained the fair fugitives went at a rate of most unusual speed. In this manner they proceeded, until they reached a very pretty cottage, about three quarters of a mile from the town of Wicklow, situated some fifty or sixty yards in from the road side. Here they stopped; but Dandy desired his man to drive slowly on. It was evident that this cottage was the destination of the fugitives. Dandy, having turned a corner of the road, desired the driver to stop and observe whether they entered or not; and the latter having satisfied himself that they did--
"Now," said Dandy, "let us wait where we are till we see whether the chaise returns or not; if it does, all"s right, and I know what I know."
In a few minutes the empty chaise started once more for Dublin, followed, as before, by the redoubtable Dulcimer, who entered the city a much more important person than when he left it. Knowledge, as Bacon says, is power.
About two o"clock the stranger was dressed, had breakfasted, and having ordered a car, proceeded to Const.i.tution Hill. As he went up the street, he observed the numbers of the houses as well as he could, for some had numbers and some had not. Among the latter was that he sought for, and he was consequently obliged to inquire. At length he found it, and saw by a glance that it was one of those low lodging-houses to which country folks of humble rank--chapmen, hawkers, pedlers, and others of a, similar character--resort. It was evident, also, that the proprietor dealt in huckstery, as he saw a shop in which there was bacon, meal, oats, eggs, potatoes, bread, and such other articles as are usually to be found in small establishments of the kind. He entered the shop, and found an old man, certainly not less than seventy, but rather beyond it, sitting behind the counter. The appearance of this man was anything but prepossessing. His brows were low and heavy; his mouth close, and remarkably hard for his years; the forehead low and narrow, and singularly deficient in what phrenologists term the moral and intellectual qualities. But the worst feature in the whole face might be read in his small, dark, cunning eyes, which no man of any penetration could look upon without feeling that they were significant of duplicity, cruelty, and fraud. His hair, though long, and falling over his neck, was black as ebony; for although Time had left his impress upon the general features of his face, it had not discolored a single hair upon his head; whilst his whiskers, on the contrary, were like snow--a circ.u.mstance which, in connection with his sinister look, gave him a remarkable and startling appearance. His hands were coa.r.s.e and strong, and the joints of his thick fingers were noded either by age or disease; but, at all events, affording indication of a rude and unfeeling character.
"Pray," said the stranger, "is your name Denis Dunphy?"
The old man fastened his rat-like eyes upon him, compressed his hard, unfeeling lips, and, after surveying him for some time, replied--
"What"s your business, sir, with Denis Dunphy?"
"That, my friend, can be mentioned only to himself; are you the man?"
"Well, and what if I be?"
"But I must be certain that you are."
There was another pause, and a second scrutiny, after which he replied,
"May be my name in Denis Dunphy."
"I have no communication to make," said the stranger, "that you may be afraid of; but, such as it is, it can be made to no person but Denis Dunphy himself. I have a letter for him."
"Who does it come from?" asked the cautious Denis Dunphy.
"From the parish priest of Ballytrain," replied the other, "the Rev.
Father M"Mahon."
The old man pulled out a large snuff-box, and took a long pinch, which he crammed with his thumb first into one nostril, then into the other, bending his head at the same! time to each side, in order to enjoy it with greater relish, after which he gave a short deliberative cough or two.
"Well," said he, "I am Denis Dunphy."
"In that case, then," replied the other, "I should very much wish to have a short private conversation with you of some importance. But you had better first read the reverend gentleman"s letter," he added, "and perhaps we shall then understand each other better;" and as he spoke he handed him the letter.
The man received it, looked at it, and again took a more rapid and less copious pinch, peered keenly at the stranger, and asked--"Pray, sir, do you know the contents of this letter?"
"Not a syllable of it."
He then coughed again, and having opened the doc.u.ment, began deliberately to peruse it.
The stranger, who was disagreeably impressed by his whole manner and appearance, made a point to watch the effect which the contents of the doc.u.ment might have on him. The other, in the meantime, read on, and, as he proceeded, it was obvious that the communication was not only one that gave him no pleasure, but filled him with suspicion and alarm.
After about twenty minutes--for it took him at least that length of time to get through it--he raised his head, and fastening his small, piercing eyes upon the stranger, said:
"But how do I know that this letter comes from Father M"Mahon?"
"I"d have you to understand, sir," replied the stranger, nearly losing his temper, "that you are addressing a gentleman and a man of honor."
"Faith," said the other, "I don"t know whether I am or not. I have only your word for it--and no man"s willin" to give a bad character of himself--but if you will keep the shop here for a minute or two, I"ll soon be able to tell whether it"s Father M"Mahon"a hand-write or not."
So saying, he deliberately locked both tills of the counter--to wit, those which contained the silver and coppers--then, surveying the stranger with a look of suspicion--a look, by the way, that, after having made his cash safe, had now something of the triumph and confidence of security in it, he withdrew to a little backroom, that was divided from the shop by a part.i.tion of boards and a gla.s.s door, to which there was a red curtain.
"It is betther," said the impudent old sinner, alluding to the cash in the tills, "to greet over it than greet afther it--just keep the shop for a couple of minutes, and then we"ll undherstand one another, may be.
There"s a great many skamers going in this world."