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'Well, then, I'll tell you what, exclaimed M'Guire; 'you take it for your fare! 'Oh, I dessay, replied the driver. 'Anything else? What's IN your bag? Open it, and let me see. 'No, no, returned M'Guire. 'Oh no, not that. It's a surprise; it's prepared expressly: a surprise for honest cabmen.
It reached the ears of those above like a greeting from an outside world. They answered, "Right, Macavoy!" Years afterwards these men told how then there came in reply one word, ringing roundly through the hills the note and symbol of a crisis, the fantastic cipher of a soul: "M'Guire!"
'For indeed, said she, 'what with all these clocks and chemicals, without a drop of the creature life would be impossible entirely. And you seen yourself that even M'Guire was glad to beg for it. And even himself, when he is downhearted with all these cruel disappointments, though as temperate a man as any child, will be sometimes crying for a glass of it.
The light in this upper story looking to the front was considerably brighter than in the parlour; and he was able to make out that the paper bore the mark of the hotel at Euston, and even, by peering closely, to decipher the following lines in a very elegant and careful female hand: 'DEAR M'GUIRE, It is certain your retreat is known.
Challoner read as follows: 'MYSTERIOUS DEATH IN STEPNEY. An inquest was held yesterday on the body of Patrick M'Guire, described as a carpenter. Doctor Dovering stated that he had for some time treated the deceased as a dispensary patient, for sleeplessness, loss of appetite, and nervous depression. There was no cause of death to be found. He would say the deceased had sunk.
Why, sir, if we are to hear such language as this from that minister of the crown charged with the peace of the country, we may just as well have Captain Rock established as lord lieutenant in the castle of Dublin, a Whitefoot for chief secretary, and Molly M'Guire installed at Whitehall with the seals of the home department.
Challoner's eye, which had been somewhat restless since the trade of the detective had been named, now rested for a moment on the columns of the morning paper, where it lay spread upon the counter. 'By Jove, he cried, 'that's odd! 'What is odd? asked Paul. 'Oh, nothing, returned the other: 'only I once met a person called M'Guire. 'So did I! cried Somerset. 'Is there anything about him?
'Poor gentleman! said she. 'If I were you, I would go home. And she left him standing there in his distress. 'Home! thought M'Guire, 'what a derision! What home was there for him, the victim of philanthropy?
When he came to himself, a constable had him by the arm. 'My God! he cried. 'You seem to be unwell, sir, said the hireling. 'I feel better now, cried poor M'Guire: and with uneven steps, for the pavement of the square seemed to lurch and reel under his footing, he fled from the scene of this disaster. Fled? Alas, from what was he fleeing?
But I wander from M'Guire. From this dread glance into the past and future, his thoughts returned at a bound upon the present. How had he wandered there? and how long oh, heavens! how long had he been about it? He pulled out his watch; and found that but three minutes had elapsed. It seemed too bright a thing to be believed.
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