Here's Mr.Slowe hasn't heard about poor Nutter.' 'Ho! neighbour Slowe--give you good-day, Sir--not heard it?
By Jove, Sir--poor Nutter!--'tis true--his body's found--picked up this morning, just at sunrise, by two Dunleary fishermen, off Bullock.

Justice Lowe has seen it--and Spaight saw it too.

I've just been speaking with him, not an hour ago, in Thomas Street.

It lies at Ringsend--and an inquest in the morning.' And so on in Doctor Toole's manner, until he saw Dr.Walsingham, the good rector, pausing in his leisurely walk just outside the row of houses that fronted the turnpike, in one of which were the lodgings of Dick Devereux.
The good Doctor Toole wondered what brought his reverence there, for he had an inkling of something going on.

So he bustled off to him, and told his story with the stern solemnity befitting such a theme, and that pallid, half-suppressed smile with which an exciting horror is sometimes related.