There, there--that will do," he continued, addressing the servant; "leave the room.

And you," he added, turning to his daughter, "do you go too.

I am much better now, and can talk to him.

Go! go!" he cried, impatiently, as he saw evidences of a disposition to linger, on her part; "if I want you I'll ring.

Go!--this person won't stay long." "Not if I get what I came for, miss," said McCloskey, insolently; "otherwise, there is no knowing how long I may stay." With a look of apprehension, Lizzie quitted the room, and the murderer and his accomplice were alone together.
Mr.Stevens reached across the table, drew the liquor towards him, and recklessly pouring out a large quantity, drained the glass to the bottom--this seemed to nerve him up and give him courage, for he turned to McCloskey and said, with a much bolder air than he had yet shown in addressing him, "So, you're back again, villain! are you?
I thought and hoped you were dead;" and he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as if to shut out some horrid spectre.
"I've been divilish near it, squire, but Providence has preserved me, ye see--jist to be a comfort to ye in yer old age.