He wrote another letter, up to Dublin Castle, to the Inspector-General of Police, no less, and the end of it, was that the sergeant was moved out of this." "Poor fellow," said Meldon.

"Did he mind much ?" "He did not then, for they sent him to a better station.

It was only last week they moved him, there being a lot of enquiries to be gone through that occupied them the whole of the winter and the spring.

The doctor and myself is thinking of getting up a subscription to present him with an illuminated address on account of the way he conducted himself to the satisfaction of the inhabitants of this town while he was in it, and as a protest against the underhand way that Simpkins went about trying to injure him and take the bread out of the mouth of his children." "I'll see that the Major subscribes to that," said Meldon.
"Tell Mr.Meldon," said Doyle, "what it was you were saying ought to be on the address." "It isn't worth speaking about," said the doctor modestly.
"You'd better tell me," said Meldon.

"If I'm to be responsible for revenging the wrongs of the community on Simpkins, I ought to be well up in every detail of what's going on." "It was nothing but just an idea that came across my mind," said the doctor.
"It may be only that," said Meldon, "but it may be more.