case I wint agin his
hinterest.

And now Mr. Pindargrasp I ave a terrible secret to
hunraffel wich will put the sadel on the rite orse at last
and as I does hall this agin my own guvnor wich of corse
I love derely I do hope Mr. Pindargrasp you wont see me
haltoogether left in the lerch. A litel something to go
on with at furst wood be very agrebbel for indeed Mr.
Pindargrasp its uncommon low water with your umbel servant
at this presant moment. And now wat I has to say is
this--Lady Fits warnt niver my guvnors wife hat all becase
why hed a wife alivin has I can pruv and will and shes
alivin now number 7 Spinny lane Centbotollfs intheheast.
Now I do call that noos worse a Jews high Mr. Pindargrasp
and I opes youll see me honestly delt with sein as how I
coms forward and tels it hall without any haskin and cood
keep it all to miself and no one coodent be the wiser only
I chews to do the thing as is rite.

You may fine out hall about it hall at number 7 Spinny
lane and I advises you to go there immejat. Missus Mary
Swan thats what she calls herself but her richeous name
his Mollett--and why not seein who is er usban. So no more
at presence but will com foward hany day to pruv hall this
agin my guvnor becase he arnt doing the thing as is rite
and I looks to you Mr. Pindargrasp to see as I gits someat
ansum sein as ow I coms forward agin the Appy ouse gent
and for the hother party oos side you is a bakkin.

I ham respictit Sir
Your umbel servant to command,

ABM. MOLLETT.

I cannot say that Mr. Prendergast believed much of this terribly long
epistle when he first received it, or felt himself imbued with any
great hope that his old friend's wife might be restored to her name
and rank, and his old friend's son to his estate and fortune. But
nevertheless he knew that it was worth inquiry. That Aby Mollett
had been kicked out of Hap House in a manner that must have been
mortifying to his feelings, Mr. Prendergast had himself seen; and
that he would, therefore, do anything in his power to injure Owen
Fitzgerald, Mr. Prendergast was quite sure. That he was a viler
wretch even than his father, Mr. Prendergast suspected,--having been
led to think so by words which had fallen from Sir Thomas, and being
further confirmed in that opinion by the letter now in his hand.
He was not, therefore, led into any strong opinion that these new
tidi