"What has that to do with it? Do you write over to Lady Laura and the old lord and tell them that if she'll undertake to be at Loughlinter within a month this shall be suppressed. Will you do that?"
"Let me first see Mr. Kennedy."
Mr. Slide thought a while over that matter. "Well," said he at last, "you can see Kennedy if you will. He came up to town four or five days ago, and he's staying at an hotel in Judd Street."
"An hotel in Judd Street?"
"Yes;—Macpherson's in Judd Street. I suppose he likes to keep among the Scotch. I don't think he ever goes out of the house, and he's waiting in London till this thing is published."
"I will go and see him," said Phineas.
"I shouldn't wonder if he murdered you;—but that's between you and him."
"Just so."
"And I shall hear from you?"
"Yes," said Phineas, hesitating as he made the promise. "Yes, you shall hear from me."