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Updated: May 23, 2025
The man that did murdher Sullivan is livin', and that man is Condy Dalton. I knew of this, an' for two-an'-twenty years let that murdherer escape, an' that is what made me so miserable an' unhappy. I can prove what I say; an' I know the very spot where he buried Sullivan's body, an' where it's lyin' to this very day."
The poor young man entered as she spoke; and after looking about him for some time, placed himself in the arm chair. "Tom, darlin'," said his sister Peggy, "don't sit in that that's our poor father's chair; an' until he sits in it again, none of us ever will." "Nobody has sich a right to sit in it as I have," he replied, "I'm a murdherer."
Oh! who would suppose it! and what will become of them?" "I have no peace," her father added; "I have not had a minute's peace ever since it happened; for sure, they say, any one that keeps their knowledge of murdher saicret and won't tell it, is as bad as the murdherer himself.
"She came to die here that she mightn't have far to go to them; for you don't know, maybe, that it's on their grave she is now lyin': ha, ha; that's one. "Never," replied Phil, who stood passive in his grip. "Ha, ha, ha," he chuckled, "that's not a good one. Well, but, did you ever see a murdherer?"
Comin' home at night, there was a juce av a crowd on the station platform, consekins of a late thrain. Sthandin' by the edge av the platform at the fore end, just as thrain came in, some onvisible murdherer gives me a stupenjus drive in the back, and over I wint on the line, mid-betwixt the rails.
"The truth is, then," she proceeded, throwing the corner of her apron over her left shoulder, and rocking herself to and fro, "that this young man had a dhrame some time ago he dremt that a near an' dear friend of his an' of mine too, that was murdhered in this neighborhood, appeared to him, an' that he desired him to go of a sartain night, at the hour of midnight, to a stone near this, called the Grey Stone, an' that there he would get a clue to the murdherer."
An' when I think of it oh God, when I think of it, before your shame, my heart's delight, how your eye felt proud out of me, an' how it smiled when it rested on me. Oh, little you thought I'd hould back to do you justice me that you doted on an' yet it was I that sullied you I! me! Here," he shouted "here, is there no one to saize a murdherer! no one to bring him to justice!"
I have been strugglin' for years to keep this saicret, an' now it must come out; but I'm not a murdherer." "What saicret, father, if you're not a murdherer?" asked Sarah; "what saicret; but there is not murder on you; do you say that?" "I do say it; there's neither blood nor murdher on my head! but I know who the murdherer is, an' I can keep the saicret no longer!"
Instead of gettin' any knowledge of the murdherer we want to discover, it proves to be the murdher of Sullivan that has been found out." "Of Sullivan!" he exclaimed; "well, to be sure oh, ay well, sure that same is something; but, in the mane time, will you let me look at this Box you spoke of? I feel a curiosity to see it."
The one that owns this house is a murdherer! I'll tell yez, it's the truth!" Gloria was standing with eyes wide opened and face flushed. She drew a quick breath of relief as she heard the voice of the District Nurse. "Oh, hush! Do hush!" the District Nurse pleaded, and there seemed an agony of fear mingled with the words. Then came in still angrier tones: "Hush, is it!
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