"Ha!" said Nell, bitterly, "keep that to yourself, for heaven's sake!
_Dher ma chuirp_, man, if it was known, his name would be higher up than
ever. Be my sowl, any how, that was the Lamh Laudher blow, my boy, an'
what that is, is well known. The devil curse him for it!"

"Granny, you must assist me in three things. Find a clue to the
money--bring this fellow in my way, as you promised--and help me with
the landlord's daughter."

"Is there nothin' else?"

"What?"

"She's sick."

"Well, let her die, then; I don't care."

"In the other things I will help you," said Nell; "but you must clear
your own way there. I can do every thing but that. I have a son myself,
an' my hands is tied against blood till I find him out. I could like to
see some people withered, but I can't kill."

"Well, except her case, we understand one another. Good night, then."

"You must work that for yourself. Good night."




CHAPTER VI.