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"Not quite," Maitland contradicted brusquely, wearying of the complication. "You say you met me on the stoop here. At what o'clock?" "One; 'nd yeh takes me to lunch at Eugene's." "Ah! When did I leave you?" "I leaves yeh there at two." "Well, O'Hagan will testify that he left me in these rooms, in dressing-gown and slippers at about one.
Some days afterwards, the wounded constable, who had refused to submit to amputation of the wounded limb, died in hospital. On the 10th of March, 1868, at the Cork Assizes, Judge O'Hagan presiding, Captain Mackay was put on his trial for murder.
He read the lettering, and it was: Hilaire O'Hagan ob. 1696 aetat 35. Parva domus, magna quies. He sank down on his knees with a childish sob.
"Bring me a New Haven time-table, please," he began, "and " The door-bell abrupted his words, clamoring shrilly. "What the deuce?" he demanded. "Who can that be? Answer it, will you, O'Hagan?" He put down the pen, swallowed his coffee, and lit a cigarette, listening to the murmurs at the hall door.
One of us had to go out, and I had the power to decide which. I chose that O'Hagan should be the one. He was a man steeped in crime. I am not." "You killed him?" "I am a very poor talker if I have conveyed another meaning. I tracked him into the mountains. He shot me twice before I could get my hands on him.
Who's there?" he called. He called and continued to call; then another terror, the terror of the sound of his own voice seized him; he did not dare to call again; he whispered. There was something written on the coffin that his mind reeled to entertain. Without quite knowing how he came to be there, O'Hagan found himself bending over the coffin.
O'Hagan's hand was resting on a small silver cross in his pocket, and in another moment he solemnly handed the girl the money and notes he had stolen. "Why, whatever is this?" asked the girl, staring at O'Hagan in bewildered amazement. "That's yours," he said by way of assistance. "But I don't understand!" she cried, greatly puzzled.
"I have been wanting to speak to you, brother, for many hours, but something I cannot explain to mortal man has prevented me." The priest instantly turned round and O'Hagan understood that he meant him to follow. His heart sank at once, and he experienced a sense of dreadful oppression and foreboding, and with a sudden thrill, partly of fear, and partly of curiosity he followed.
If I did I would dream for weeks of all that you have done, or if I didn't dream, the sorrows and the wrongs of my near relative, Widow O'Hagan and her family, would prevent me from sleeping; the Kellys that you've driven to beggary The Gormleys that you got put out good God! and who now holds their places? Your own cousin. It's useless, however, to mention all you've done.
She looked up, dazzled by a gush of warm light. He stood in the doorway, holding the lamp high above his head, his face pale, grave, and shadowed as he peered down at her. "I have sent O'Hagan away," he said gently. "If you will please to come, now "
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