"Your
honour, here is the name of the slayer of Erris Boyne. I give it to you
now to see, so you may not be astonished when you see her."
The governor stared at the paper. "Boyne's wife, eh?" he said in a
strange mood. "Boyne's wife--what is she doing here?"
Calhoun told him briefly as he took the paper back, and added: "It was
accident that brought us all together here, your honour, but the hand of
God is in it."
"Is she very ill?"
"She will not live, I think."
"To whom did she tell her story?"
"To Miss Sheila Llyn."
The governor was nettled.
"Oh, to Miss Llyn When did you see her?"
"Just before I came to you."
"What did the woman look like--this Noreen Boyne?"
"I do not know; I have not seen her."
"Then how came you by the paper with her signature?"
"Miss Llyn gave it to me."
Anger filled Lord Mallow's mind. Sheila--why now the way would be open
to Calhoun to win--to marry her! It angered him, but he held himself
steadily.
"Where is Miss Llyn?"
"She is here, I think. She came back when she left me at your door."
"Oh, she left you at my door, did she? .
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