Hollo! Moggy, throw me out one of them papers till I see what it's about.' So he conned over the notice which provoked him, for he could not half understand it, and he was very curious.
'Well, keep it safe, Moggy,' said he.

'H'm--it _does_ look like law business, after all, and I believe it _is_.

No--they're not housebreakers, but robbers of another stamp--and a worse, I'll take my davy.' 'See,' said he, as a thought struck him, 'throw me down both of them papers again--there's a good girl.

They ought to be looked after, I dare say, and I'll see the poor master's attorney to-day, d'ye mind?
and we'll put our heads together--and, that's right--_relict_ indeed!' And, with a solemn injunction to keep doors locked and windows fast, and a nod and a wave of his hand to Mistress Moggy, and muttering half a sentence or an oath to himself, and wearying his imagination in search of a clue to this new perplexity, he buttoned his pocket over the legal documents, and strutted down to the village, where his nag awaited him saddled, and Jimmey walking him up and down before the doctor's hall-door.
Toole was bound upon a melancholy mission that morning.

But though properly a minister of life, a doctor is also conversant with death, and inured to the sight of familiar faces in that remarkable disguise.