“Say ‘nothing.’”
“All right,” says Kilsheelan.
“Can’t you say ’nothing but the truth'?”
“Yes,” he says.
“Well, say it!”
“I will, so,” says he, “the scrapings of sense on it all!”
So they swore them both, and their evidence they gave.
“Very good,” his lordship said, “a most important and opportune discovery, in the nick of time, by the tracing of God. There is a reward of fifty pounds offered for the finding of this property and jewels: fifty pounds you will get in due course.”
They said they were obliged to him, though sorrow a one of them knew what he meant by a due course, nor where it was.
Then a lawyer man got the rights of the whole case; he was the cunningest man ever lived in the city of Cork; no one could match him, and he made it straight and he made it clear.