The Fortunes of Hector O'Halloran, and His Man, Mark Antony O'TooleMaxwell, W. H. (William Hamilton)
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The Fortunes of Hector O'Halloran, and His Man, Mark Antony O'Toole
Maxwell, W. H. (William Hamilton)
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“Well may it be said that the ways of Providence are inscrutable; for
vengeance so sudden as to pass belief, has fallen on those who last
night endeavoured to effect your destruction. Come to the Green Man
immediately.’ There you will see those who employed, and those who
undertook to murder you. Notice nothing which may occur; and appear to
take no more interest in passing events, than any stranger in the room.
Follow me when I leave the house, and let your friend accompany you.
Fail not!”
“We shall punctually attend the lady’s invitation,” said Mr. Hartley, as
he perused the scroll for the second time, “and we will also take that
henchman of yours and his companion with us.”
Accordingly, these useful allies were dispatched, with proper directions
to find the place appointed; and in half an hour, Mr. Hartley and I
started in the same direction.
On arriving at our destination, we found the street was crowded, and
intense anxiety was visible in the countenances of a very numerous
collection of idle people, to whom every act of atrocity gives interest.
Indeed, it had been found necessary to close the tavern doors against
all, excepting those who might professionally or profitably claim a
right of entrance. The appearance of my uncle and myself, however,
secured admission, and we were conducted into a spacious club-room,
which had been selected wherein to hold the necessary inquest on a
murdered man. A crown, judiciously applied, obtained convenient seats
immediately beside the defunct lawyer and the persons suspected of his
murder; and the fosterer and his companion had standing room assigned
them, behind the chairs with which we had been graciously accommodated.
That spacious room had witnessed many an hour of revelry. With the
dance, the song, the laugh, and every outbreak of “tipsy jollity,”
its walls for years had been familiarized. The present was a different
scene. It was an inquisition for “blood spilt” by man; and the victim
and his slaughterers were placed in the immediate presence of each
other.
The deceased remained in the same state as when he had been discovered
in the morning, and even the position in which the body had been found
was scrupulously preserved. No doubt existed as to the cause of death,
for the skull was extensively fractured, and _post mortem_ appearances
evinced that unnecessary violence had been employed; for any of
half-a-dozen injuries inflicted on their victim by the murderers would
have proved mortal. The features were painfully distorted; and the
passing agonies of the departed man had been severe. Not an article of
value was found upon the corpse; the pockets were turned out, and showed
that robbery had succeeded murder.
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