“You mistake much,” said Tiernay; “the partnership will not be so easily relinquished by him who reaps all the profit.”
“You read me only as a dupe,” said Cashel, fiercely.
Tiernay made no reply, but waving his hand in adieu, left the room.
CHAPTER XXII. LINTON INSTIGATES KEANE TO MURDER
Hell's eloquence—“Temptation!”
Harold
Tom Keane, the gatekeeper, sat moodily at his door on the morning after the events recorded in our last chapter. His reflections seemed of the gloomiest, and absorbed him so completely that he never noticed the mounted groom, who, despatched to seek the doctor for Lord Kilgoff, twice summoned him in vain to open the gate.
“Halloa!” cried the smartly equipped servant, “stupid! will you open that gate, I say?”
“It 's not locked,” said Tom, looking up, but without the slightest indication of obeying the request.
“Don't you see the mare won't stand?” cried he, with an oath.