On my way home, I heard, as I was passin' the ould trees at the Rabbit Bank, things that I can't find words to tell you of." "Well acushla, glory be to God for everything! it's all his will, blessed be his name! What did you hear, avick ?--but wait till I throw a drop o' the holy wather that I have hangin' in the little bottle at the bed-post upon us." She rose whilst speaking and getting the bottle alluded to, sprinkled both herself and him, after which she hung it up again in its former position.
"There, now, nothin' harmful, at any rate, can come near us afther that, blessed be his name.

Well, what did you hear comin' home ?--I mean at the Rabbit Bank.

Wurrah," she added, shuddering, "but it's it that's the lonely spot after night! What was it, dear ?" "Indeed, I can scarcely tell you--sich groans, an' wild shoutins, an' shrieks, man's ears never hard in this world, I think; there I hard them as I was comin' past the trees, an' afther I passed them; an' when I left them far behind me, I could hear, every now and then, a wild shriek that made my blood run cowld.

But there was still worse as I crossed the Black Park; something got up into the air out o' the rushes before me, an' went off wid a noise not unlike what Jerry Hamilton of the Band makes when he rubs his middle finger up against the tamborine." "Heaven be about us!" she exclaimed, once more crossing herself, and uttering a short prayer for protection from evil; "but tell me, how did you know it was his Box, and how did you find it out ?" "By the letters P.M., and the broken hinge," he replied.
"Blessed be the name of God!" she exclaimed again--"He won't let the murdher lie, that's clear.

But what I want to know is, how did your goin' to the Grey Stone bring you to the knowledge of the box ?" He then gave her a more detailed account of his conversation with Sarah M'Gowan, and the singular turn which it chanced to take towards the subject of the handkerchief, in the first instance; but when the coincidence of the letters were mentioned, together with Sarah's admission that she had the box in her possession, she clasped her hands, and looking upwards exclaimed-- "Blessed be the name of the Almighty for that! Oh, I feel there is no doubt now the hand of God is in it, an' we'll come at the murdher or the murdherers yet." "I hope so," he replied; "but I'm lost Wid wet an' cowld; so in the meantime I'll be off home, an' to my bed.