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I did not go to see the iodine works, where this substance is manufactured from sea weed. I saw people burning kelp and smelled them too on the Larne and Carnlough coast and in Mayo. They burn the dried sea weed in long narrow places built of stone. They are not kilns, but are more like them than anything else I know of. You see stacks and ropes of the sea weed put up to dry.
But the butler showed by his visage that he regarded £500 as a very serious matter, and that he was not at all astonished by the occupation which it gave to his master's thoughts. Mr. Blake, of Carnlough, was the first Irishman with whom Mr. Jones had become acquainted in the County Galway.
"At any rate my advice to you is to make him declare the truth. I think little harm of a boy for lying, but I do think harm of those who allow a lie to pass unnoticed." So saying Mr. Blake ended the meeting, and took Mr. Jones away to see Mrs. Blake and the girls. "I do suppose that father has gone to Carnlough, to consult with Mr. Blake about this affair of the flood."
It would then have left Tuam for Athenry, where it would fall into the day mail-train from Dublin to Galway. It was something out of the way for Mr. Jones to call at Carnlough; but Carnlough was not three miles from Ballyglunin, and Mr. Jones made his arrangements accordingly. He called at Carnlough, and there took up the boy on his outside car.
Blake is a very old friend of master's." "But why is he going now? It isn't often he goes to Carnlough; and when he does go, he is sure to say why." "I shouldn't wonder af he's going to ax him as to how he shall get rid of the waters." "He knows that better than Mr. Blake can tell him." "Or maybe he's going to inquire how he shall cotch a hould of Pat Carroll."
Jones felt almost convinced almost convinced that Edith was right. "You may go now, Florian," he said. And the boy departed, fully convinced that his father had disbelieved him. Three or four days after the occurrences narrated in the last chapter, Mr. Jones got on to his car and had himself driven down to Carnlough, the seat of Mr.
Florian had been already sent on to Mr. Blake's of Carnlough, and was to be picked up there on that very afternoon by Mr. Jones, and driven to Ballyglunin, so as to be taken from thence to the assize town by train. This was thought to be most expedient, as the boy would not be on the road for above half an hour. After Captain Clayton had gone, Mr.
Thomas Blake, a gentleman living about two miles the other side of Tuam. To reach Carnlough he had a journey to make of about ten miles, and as he seldom went, in these days, so far away from home, the fact of his going was known to all the household. "Father is going to Carnlough," Florian said to Peter, the butler. "What is he going for?" "'Deed, then, Master Flory, who can tell that? Mr.
But at last, having pulled off her butter-making apron and having duly patted the roll of butter, she went upstairs to her sister. "Ada," she said, "here is such a letter;" and she held up the letter and the card. "Who is it from?" "You must guess," said Edith. "I am bad at guessing, I cannot guess. Is it Mr. Blake of Carnlough?" "A great deal more interesting than that."
"Why do you talk to a poor boy in that way?" "So that the poor boy may understand me. You are willing, I believe, to stick to your old master, from sheer good heart. But you like to talk about it. Now I don't like to hear about it." After that Peter drove on in silence till they came to Carnlough. The car had been seen coming up the avenue, and Mr.
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