He has paid three
or four midnight visits to Sol, the herb docthor, and you know that a
greater old scoundrel than he is doesn't breathe the breath of life.
It has been long suspected that he is a poisoner, and they say that in
spite of the poverty he takes on him, he is rich and full of money.
It can be for no good, then, that Woodward consults him at such
unseasonable hours."
"Ay; but who the devil could he think of poisoning?" said Barney. "I see
nobody he could wish to poison."
"Maybe, for all that, the deed is done," replied Shawn. "Where, for
instance, is unfortunate Granua? Who can tell that he hasn't dosed her?"
"I believe him villain enough to do it," returned the other; "but still
I don't think he did. He was at home to my own knowledge the night
she disappeared, and could know nothing of what became of her. I think
that's a sure case."
"Well," said Shawn, "it may be so; but in the manetime his stolen
visits to the ould herb docthor are not for nothing. I end, then, as I
began--keep your eye on him; watch him closely--and now, good night."
These hints were not thrown away upon Barney, who was naturally of an
observant turn; and accordingly he kept a stricter eye than ever upon
the motions of Harry Woodward.
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