I'm to go for a magistrate as well." "Ah!" said Father Banks, "you need go no further, Alderman Balch is here--he is quite competent to receive his depositions." "I'm heartily glad of it," replied the man, "it will save me another hunt.
I had a hard time finding you.

I've been to your house and two or three other places, and was at last sent here.

I'll go back and report that you are coming and will bring a magistrate with you." "Very good," rejoined Father Banks, "do so.

I will be there immediately." Hastening back to the supper room, he discovered Mr.Balch in the act of helping himself to a brandy peach, and apprised him of the demand for his services.
"Now, Banks," said he, good-humouredly, "that is outrageous.

Why did you not let him go for some one else?
It is too bad to drag me away just when the fun is about to commence." There was no alternative, however, and Mr.
Balch prepared to follow the minister to the bedside of McCloskey.
When they arrived at the hospital, they found him fast sinking--the livid colour of his face, the sunken glassy eyes, the white lips, and the blue tint that surrounded the eyes and mouth told at once the fearful story.
Death had come.