Macan,
of Petticoat-lane.'
'Is he in business?' asked Toole.
'Does he keep a shop?' said Devereux.
'A shop! _two_ shops;--a great man in the chandlery line,' responded
Larry.
'H'm! not precisely the thing we want, though,' says Toole.
'There are some of them, surely, that _don't_ keep shops,' said
Devereux, a little impatiently.
'Millions!' said Larry.
'Come, say their names.'
'Only one of them came this evening, Mr. Doolan, of Stonnybatther--he's
a retired merchant.'
'That will do,' said Toole, under his breath, to Devereux. Devereux
nodded.
'Just, I say, tap him on the shoulder, and tell him that Dr. Toole, you
know, of this town, with many compliments and excuses, begs one word
with him,' said the doctor.
'Hoo! Docthur dear, he was the first of them down, and was carried out
to his coach insensible jist when Mr. Crozier of Christ Church began,
"Come Roger and listen;" he's in his bed in Stonnybatther a good hour
and a half ago.'
'A retired merchant,' says Devereux; 'well, Toole, what do you advise
now?'
'By Jove, I think one of us must go into town. 'Twill never do to leave
poor Nutter in the lurch; and between ourselves, that O'Flaherty's a--a
blood-thirsty idiot, by Jove--and ought to be put down.
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