"Tom," said he, "there is an old man, a poor mendicant, to call here, who was once a servant in our family; when he comes show him into the office.

I expect some important family information from him respecting the property which we are disputing about in the Court of Chancery." "Very well, sir," replied the servant, "I shall do so." This occurred on the day of Whitecraft's visit to Squire Folliard, and it was on the evening of the same that Smellpriest was sent upon the usual chase, on the information of the Rev.Samson Strong; so that the events to which we have alluded occurred, as if by some secret relation to each other, on the same day.
At length our friend Fergus entered the office, in his usual garb of an aged and confirmed mendicant.
"Well, Reilly," said the sheriff, "I am glad you have come.

I could have taken up this ruffian, this Red Rapparee, as he is properly called, upon suspicion; but that would have occasioned delay; and it is my object to lodge him in jail this night, so as to give him no chance of escape unless he breaks prison; but in order to prevent that, I shall give strict injunctions, in consequence of the danger to be apprehended from so powerful and desperate a character, that he be kept in strong irons." "If it be within the strength of man, sir, to break prison, he will; he done it twice before; and he's under the notion that he never was born to be hanged; some of the ould prophecy men, and Mary Mahon, it seems, tould him so." "In the meantime, Reilly, we shall test the truth of such prophecies.
But listen.

What is your wish that I should do for you, in addition to what I have already done.

You know what I have promised you, and that for some time past, and that I have the Secretary's letter stating that you are free, and have to dread neither arrest nor punishment; but that is upon the condition that you shall give all the evidence against this man that you are possessed of.