Now, I must insist, as a magistrate, that you give me your name." "Well, then," replied the other, "I'm one Barney Casey, sir, who lives in Rathfillan House, as a servant to Mr.Lindsay, step-father to that murtherin' blackguard." Greatrakes then examined him closely, and made him promise to come to Rathfillan that night, in order that he might accompany him to the hut of old Sol Donnel, the herbalist.
"I am resolved," said he, "to investigate this matter, and in my capacity of a magistrate to bring the guilty to justice." "Faith, sir," replied Barney, "and I'm not the boy who is going to stand in your way in such a business as that.

You know that it was I that put you up to it, and any assistance I can give you in it you may reckon on.
Although not a magistrate, as you are, maybe I'm just as fond of justice as yourself.

Of coorse I'll attend you to-night, and show you the devil's nest in which Sol Donnel and his blessed babe of a niece, by name Caterine Collins, live." Greatrakes took down the name of Caterine Collins, and after having arranged the hour at which Barney was to conduct him to Sol Donnel's hut, they separated.
About eleven o'clock that night Barney and Greatrakes reached the miserable-looking residence in which this old viper lived.
"Now," said Greatrakes, addressing the herbalist, "my business with you is this: I have a bitter enemy who wants to establish a claim upon my property, and I wish to put him out of my way.

Do you understand me?
I am a wealthy man, and can reward you well." "I never talk of these things in the presence of a third party," replied the herbalist, looking significantly at Barney, whom he well knew.
"Well," replied the other, "I dare say you are right.

Casey, go out and leave us to ourselves." There was a little hall in the house, which hall was in complete obscurity.