dher it wasn't for murdher, too;
for in troth and sowl, if ever a man has both one and the other in his
face, he has. It's known to me that he's seen now and then colloguin'
an' skulkin' behind the hedges, about dusk, wid red Rody Duncan, that
was in twiste for robbery. Troth it's birds of a feather wid them--and
I wouldn't be surprised if we were to see them both swing from the
same rope yet. So there's my carrecther of you, you villain," he added,
addressing M'Gowan, at whom he felt deeply indignant, in consequence of
his not admitting him to the secret of the communication he was about to
make.
Henderson, when left alone with the Prophet, heard the disclosures which
the latter made to him, with less surprise than interest. He himself
remembered the circumstances perfectly well, and knew that on the
occasion of Condy Dalton's former arrest, appearances had been very
strong against him. It was then expected that he would have disclosed
the particular spot in which the body had been concealed, but as he
strenuously persisted in denying any knowledge of it, and, as the body
consequently could not be produced, they were obliged of necessity to
discharge him, but still under strong suspicions of his guilt.
The interview between Henderson and M'Gowan was a long one; and the
disclosures made were considered of too much importance for the former
to act without the co-operation and assistance of another magistrate. He
accordingly desired the Prophet to come to him on the following day but
one, when he said he would secure the presence of a Major Johnson; who
was also in the commission, and by whose warrant old Condy Dalton had
been originally arrested on suspicion of the murder. It was recommended
that every thing that had transpired between them should be kept
strictly secret, lest the murderer, if made acquainted with the charge
which was about to be brought home to him, should succeed in escaping
from justice. Young Dick, who had been sent for by his father,
recommended this, and on those terms they separated.
CHAPTER XV. -- A Plot and a Prophecy.
Our readers cannot forget a short dialogue which took place between
Charley Hanlon and the strange female, who has already borne some part
in the incidents of our story. It occurred on the morning she had been
sent to convey the handkerchief which Hanlon had promised to Sarah
M'Gowan, in lieu of the Tobacco-Box of which we have so frequently made
mention, and which
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