"I'll be sendin' a boy wid this message," he said. "Or maybe Georgie an' me would be steppin' down there. It's lonesome for the child to be sittin' over his books all day whin I'm busy."
He opened the door, looked into the empty hall and came back.
"I wouldn't be troublin' the master wid them ould stories," he said.
"Didn't I tell my story fair!"
"You did, Patsy. There were some things in it were not in the evidence you gave at the time."
"See that now! T'ould mimiry of me's goin'. Still, there wasn't much differ?"
There was some anxiety in his voice as he asked the question.
"Nothing much. You said nothing long ago of running towards the upper road after Sir Shawn."
"Sure where else would I be runnin' to? It isn't the lower road I'd be takin'—now is it your Ladyship! It wouldn't be likely."
"I suppose it wouldn't," she said, slightly smiling.
"I remember it like as if it was yesterday, the sound of the horse's hoofs climbin' and then the clatter that broke out on the lower road whin Spitfire took the bit between his teeth an' bolted. I'll put the stopper on that villain's lies. I'd like to think the master wouldn't be troubled wid them."