"You may as well drive me into Ballymoy, Doyle," said Meldon, as they walked up together from the shore.

"You've your trap with you, I suppose ?" "I have, and I'll drive you of course, but I'll be expecting that you'll do something when we get there the way the judge won't be leaving the hotel altogether." "You may put that out of your head at once," said Meldon, "for I'll do nothing of the sort.

I've already explained to you at some length that my chief object at present is to chase away the judge, not only from your hotel but from Ballymoy." Doyle relapsed into a sulky silence.

He did not speak again until he and Meldon were half way into Ballymoy.

Then he broke out suddenly.
"Any way," he said, "Sabina Gallagher won't spend another night under my roof.