d when 'twas identified for the corpse of the French hair-dresser,
newly arrived from Paris, who was crossing the Liffey, on Tuesday night,
you remember, at the old ferry-boat slip, and fell in and was drowned.
So that part of the story's ended.

'But, gentlemen,' continued Toole, with the important and resolute
bearing of a man who has a startling announcement to make, 'I am sorry
to have to tell you that poor Charles Nutter's in gaol.'

In gaol! was echoed in all sorts of tones from his auditory, with an
abundance of profane ejaculations of wonderment, concern, and horror.

'Ay, gentlemen, in the body of the gaol.'

Then it came out that Nutter had been arrested that very morning, in a
sedan-chair, at the end of Cook Street, and was now in the county prison
awaiting his trial; and that, no doubt, bail would be refused, which,
indeed, turned out truly.

So, when all these amazing events had been thoroughly discussed, the
little gathering dispersed to blaze them abroad, and Toole wrote to Mr.
Gamble, to tell him that the person, Mary Matchwell, claiming to be the
wife of Charles Nutter, has established herself at the Mills, and is
disposed to be troublesome, and terrifies poor Mrs. Sally Nutter, who is
ill; it would be a charity to come out, and direct measures. I know not
what ought to be done, though confident her claim is a bag of moonshine
and lies, and, if not stopped, she'll make away with the goods and
furniture, which is mighty hard upon this unfortunate lady,' etc., etc.

'That Mary Matchwell, as I think, ought to be in gaol for the assault on
Sturk; her card, you know, was found in the mud beside him, and she's
fit for any devil's work.'

This was addressed by Toole to his good wife.

'That _card?_ said Jimmey, who happened to be triturating a powder in
the corner for little Master Barney Sturk, and who suspended operations,
and spoke with the pestle in his fingers, and a very cunning leer on his
sharp features: 'I know all about that card.'

'You do--do you? and why didn't you spake out long ago, you vagabond?'
said Toole. 'Well, then! come now!--what's in your knowledge-box?--out
with it.'

'Why, I had that card in my hand the night Mr. Nutter went off.'

'Well?--go on.'

''Twas in the hall at the Mills, Sir; I knew it again at the Barracks
the minute I seen it.'

'Why, 'tis a printed card--there's hundreds of them--how d'ye know one
from t'other, wisehead?'

'Why, Sir, 'twas how this one wa