"No; maybe he gave me a Christmas-box or so; he's very good to a poor boy like me in that way, is Mr. Keegan."
"In whose employment were you six months ago?"
"In Mr. Macdermot's; yourself knows that well enough."
"And Mr. Macdermot and Mr. Keegan were great friends at that time; weren't they?"
"Faix they were not; I never seed much frindship betwixt 'em."
"Did you ever see any enmity between them—any quarrelling—or what you very properly call bad blood?"
"Indeed I did then."
"I b'lieve Mr. Macdermot—that's the prisoner—had great trust in you; hadn't he?"
"I believe he had."
"You knew all the affairs about the estate?"