CHAPTER LXV.
RELATING SOME AWFUL NEWS THAT REACHED THE VILLAGE, AND HOW DR.
WALSINGHAM VISITED CAPTAIN RICHARD DEVEREUX AT HIS LODGINGS.
And now there was news all over the town, to keep all the tongues there in motion.
News--news--great news!--terrible news! Peter Fogarty, Mr.Tresham's boy, had it that morning from his cousin, Jim Redmond, whose aunt lived at Ringsend, and kept the little shop over against the 'Plume of Feathers,' where you might have your pick and choice of all sorts of nice and useful things--bacon, brass snuff-boxes, penny ballads, eggs, candles, cheese, tobacco-pipes, pinchbeck buckles for knee and instep, soap, sausages, and who knows what beside.
No one quite believed it--it was a tradition at third hand, and Peter Fogarty's cousin, Jim Redmond's aunt, was easy of faith;--Jim, it was presumed, not very accurate in narration, and Peter, not much better.
Though, however, it was not actually 'intelligence,' it was a startling thesis.

And though some raised their brows and smiled darkly, and shook their heads, the whole town certainly pricked their ears at it.

And not a man met another without 'Well! anything more?
You've heard the report, Sir--eh ?' It was not till Doctor Toole came out of town, early that day, that the sensation began in earnest.
'There could be no doubt about it--'twas a wonderful strange thing certainly.

After so long a time--and so well preserved too.' '_What_ was it--what _is_ it ?' 'Why, Charles Nutter's corpse is found, Sir!' 'Corpse--hey!' 'So Toole says.

Hollo! Toole--Doctor Toole--I say.