"He is."
"And a very good master--isn't he?"
"Betther, maybe, than yer honour'd be, and yet perhaps none of the
best."
"Answer my questions, sir; isn't he a good master?"
"Faix, he is so."
"How long have you been in his employment?"
"How long!"
"Yes, how long?"
"Why, I can't jist say how long."
"Have you been a year?"
"No."
"Six months?"
"No."
"Will you swear that you never were in Mr. Keegan's pay before six
months ago?"
"I will."
"You never received any money from Mr. Keegan before six months ago?"
"I did not say that."
"Why, if you received his money weren't you in his pay?"
"No; maybe he gave me a Christmas-box or so; he's very good to a poor
boy like me in that way, is Mr. Keegan."
"In whose employment were you six months ago?"
"In Mr. Macdermot's; yourself knows that well enough."
"And Mr. Macdermot and Mr. Keegan were great friends at that time;
weren't they?"
"Faix they were not; I never seed much frindship betwixt 'em."
"Did you ever see any enmity between them--any quarrelling--or what
you very properly call bad blood?"
"Indeed I did then."
"I b'lieve Mr. Macdermot--that's the prisoner--had great trust in
you; hadn't he?"
"I believe he had."
"You knew all the affairs about the estate?"
"I b'lieve I did."
"He told you all his troubles--all his money difficulties, didn't
he?"
"One way or other, I b'lieve I knew the most on 'em."
"Particularly as to the money due on his father's property, which
Keegan had to receive; he used to talk to you confidentially about
those things?"
"Well, and av he did?"
"But he did so; didn't he?"
"Faix, but I don't know what you're afther; I b'lieve he towld me all
about everything."
"I believe he did indeed; and now I'll tell you what I'm after. Mr.
Macdermot, unfortunately believing you to be an honest man, told you
all his plans and secrets, which you, in consideration of certain
pay, which you call Christmas-boxes, sold to the man whom you knew to
be your master's enemy; isn't that the fact now?"
"No, it a'nt."
"Ah, but I say it is the fact; and now do you suppose any jury will
believe a word you've said, after having shown yourself guilty of
such treachery as that. Do you expect the jury to believe you?"
"'Deed I do--every word; Lord bless you, they knows me."
"Now, then, tell me. Can you recall any conversation between yourself
and Mr. Keegan since the death of Captain Ussher, relative to this
trial?"
"I can."
"More than one, perhaps?"
"Oh, lor yes; twenty maybe."
"Will you tell us any particulars you may remember of the last?"
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