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Just as he reached Sturk's door, wagging his head and strutting grimly and, palpably, still in debate with Dirty Davy his thoughts received a sudden wrench in a different direction by the arrival of Mr. Justice Lowe, who pulled up his famous gray hunter at the steps of the house by the church-yard. 'You see, Doctor Toole, it won't do, waiting. The thing's too momentous.
But even without Sturk's speaking one word, I've evidence which escaped you, conceited blockhead, and which, though the witness is as mad almost as yourself, will yet be enough to direct the hand of justice to the right man.
'In the room, Sir, with the masther. 'Present my service to her Mr. Dangerfield's compliments, you know and say I await her permission to come up stairs. Presently the maid returned, with poor Mrs. Sturk's invitation to Mr. Dangerfield to walk up. Up he went, leaving his white surtout and cocked hat in the hall, and entered the chamber where pale little Mrs.
'If you'd like to win it back, Captain Cluffe, I'll give you a chance, said O'Flaherty, who was tolerably sober. 'I'll lay you an even guinea Sturk's dead before nine to-morrow morning; and two to one he's dead before this time to-morrow night. 'I thank you no, Sir two doctors over him, and his head in two pieces you're very obliging, lieutenant, but I'll choose a likelier wager, said Cluffe.
So every man waited, and held his tongue upon that point till his neighbour should begin. The next day the Sabbath bell from the ivied tower of Chapelizod Church called all good church-folk round to their pews and seats. Sturk's place was empty already it knew him no more and Mrs.
While Toole was thus discoursing her at the door, she heard Dr. Dillon washing his hands, and Sturk's familiar voice, sounding so strange after the long silence, say very languidly and slowly 'Take a pen, Sir some one take and write write down what I say. 'Now, Ma'am, you see he's bent on talking, said Toole, whose quick ear caught the promise of a revelation.
Walsingham preached a sermon upon the text, 'remember the days of darkness for they are many. It went over the tremendous themes of death and judgment in the rector's own queer, solemn, measured way, and all the day after rang in Sturk's ear as the drums and fifes in the muffled peal of the Dead March used to do long ago, before his ear grew familiar with its thrilling roll.
He was a little bit huffed and grand at being nailed as an evidence, upon a few words carelessly, or, if you will, confidentially dropped at his own mess-table, where Lowe chanced to be a guest; and certainly with no suspicion that his little story could in any way be made to elucidate the mystery of Sturk's murder.
So sitting in that twilight room, flanked with piles of expended briefs, and surrounded with neatly docketed packets of attested copies, notices, affidavits, and other engines of legal war little Toole having expended his congratulations, and his private knowledge of Sturk's revelations, fell upon the immediate subject of his visit. He told me that the certificate
It was now more than a fortnight since Sturk's mishap in the Butcher's Wood, and he was still alive, but still under the spell of coma. He was sinking, but very slowly; yet it was enough to indicate the finality of that 'life in death. Dangerfield once or twice attacked Toole rather tartly about Sturk's case. 'Can nothing be done to make him speak?
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