All this happened on Monday, March the
first, while the poor dying Duke was waiting impatiently for the
arrival of his friend at Matching. Phineas was busy all the morning
till it was time that he should go down to the House. For as soon as
he could leave Mr. Low's chambers in Lincoln's Inn he had gone to
Judd Street, to inquire as to the condition of the man who had tried
to murder him. He there saw Mr. Kennedy's cousin, and received an
assurance from that gentleman that Robert Kennedy should be taken
down at once to Loughlinter. Up to that moment not a word had been
said to the police as to what had been done. No more notice had been
taken of the attempt to murder than might have been necessary had Mr.
Kennedy thrown a clothes-brush at his visitor's head. There was the
little hole in the post of the door with the bullet in it, just six
feet above the ground; and there was the pistol, with five chambers
still loaded, which Macpherson had cunningly secured on his return
from church, and given over to the cousin that same evening.
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