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Chapter 95

           "Wal,whatI’mgoin’tosaynowhaintsomuchtodowi’theprisoneratthebar,aswi’amanthetinmyopeenyunoughterbestannin’inhisplace.Iwon’tsaywhothetmanair.I’lltellyewhatIknow,anhevfoun’out,anthenyouo’thejurymayreckonitupforyurselves."

           Theoldhuntermakespause,drawingalongbreath—asiftopreparehimselfforafullspellofconfession.

           Nooneattemptseithertointerruptorurgehimon.Thereisanimpressionthathecanunravelthemysteryofthemurder.ThatoftheHeadlessHorsemannolongerneedsunravelling.

           "Wal,fellurcitizens!"continuesZeb,assumingachangedstyleofapostrophe,"arterwhatIheerd,anmoreespeciallywhatIseed,IknowdthatpooryoungPeintwurgoneunder—struckdowninhistracks—wipedouto’theworld.

           "Iknowdequallywellthethewhodidthecowardlydeedwan’t,ankedn’tbe,themowstanger—MauriceGerald.

           "Whowarit,then?Thetwarthequestyunthetbamboozledme,asit’sdonetheresto’ye—themashaintmadeupthurminds’ithoutreflekshun.

           "Wal;thinkin’asIdidthattheIrishwurinnocent,Ibekimdetarminedtodiskiverthetruth.Iain’tgoin’tosaythetappearanceswan’taginhim.Theywurdog-gonedlyaginhim.

           "Forallthet,Iwan’tgoin’torelyonthem;ansoItukpurayratohevasquintatthesign.

           "Iknowdthurmustbehoss-tracksleadin’totheplace,anhosstracksgoin’fromit;andamn’em!thurwurtoomanyo’’em,goin’everywhur—elsethethingmoutabeeneezyenough.

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