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He had telegraphed to the hotel for luncheon, and given orders that a car should be ready to drive him over to Ballymoy, He was accosted on the platform by two strangers. He eyed them with some surprise. The one was a shabby, red-haired clergyman, with a bristling moustache and a strikingly battered hat. He looked about thirty years of age.
"I've no doubt," said the judge, "that you can make out a pretty bad case against those drains; but I'm going on to Ballymoy to catch salmon if they're twice as rotten as they are." "It was only last winter," said Meldon, "that Mr. Simpkins wanted to prosecute Doyle on account of the condition of his drains.
Such, save for one feature, is Ballymoy, as the traveller sees it, as Hyacinth Conneally saw it when he arrived there one gusty afternoon. The one unusual feature is Mr. James Quinn's woollen mill. It stands, a gaunt and indeed somewhat dilapidated building, at the bottom of the street, in the angle where the river turns sharply to flow under the bridge.
It was the only newspaper published within a radius of forty miles from Ballymoy. It could therefore be quite truthfully called the principal one. Mr. Billing shook Thady Gallagher's hand again. "I'm a newspaper man myself," he said. "I control two-thirds of the press in the state where I belong." Thady Gallagher seemed greatly impressed by this statement.
It was difficult to guess where he got his information; but mere speculation on points of that kind was obviously useless. The judge did know, and had made up his mind to settle down in Ballymoy as Miss King's guest. Miss King had apparently received him; had even gone out fishing with him. Meldon could find no explanation of the facts except one, and it was extremely unsatisfactory.
Don't say anything insulting about Miss King. Remember that she's his niece, and he won't like to hear her abused. Besides, he'll tell her what you say afterwards, and it would be very painful to her to hear the sort of accusations you've been bringing against her since she came to Ballymoy."
"What I said was, that he isn't gone yet but he's going, without something's done to stop him." "That's the same thing," said Meldon, "for nothing will be done." "But he'll not go from Ballymoy? Why would he when he has the fishing took?" "He'll have to go out of Ballymoy if he leaves your hotel. He may think he'll get lodgings somewhere else, but he won't.
Or he may expect to find some other hotel, but there isn't one. If he has left you it's the same thing as leaving Ballymoy." "It is not," said Doyle, "and I'll tell you why it's not." "Has he a tent with him?" said Meldon. "He doesn't look like a man who would care for camping out, but of course he might try it." "He has no tent that I seen," said Doyle. "But I'll tell you what happened.
"It'll fail you to do that," said the girl, "for he isn't within." "Tell me this, now," said Meldon. "Aren't you a cousin of Sabina Gallagher's?" "I am, of course." "Very well. I'm a friend of Sabina's. I'm the chief, if not the only friend Sabina has in Ballymoy, I daresay she's told you that herself." "She has not then; for I didn't see her this last week only the once."
I'm on my way to Ballymoy." "When you've heard what we have to say," said Meldon, "you won't go to Ballymoy." "I expect I shall," said the judge. "But of course I don't know yet what form your libel is going to take. Still, I can hardly imagine that the defamation of any one's character will keep me out of Ballymoy.
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