"
"It's what I'm trying to tell you," said Doyle, "if you'd let me speak."
"If you know where he went," said Meldon, "say so at once. What's the
use of leaving me to waste time and energy trying to discover by
inductive reasoning a thing that you know perfectly well all the time?"
"It's what I'm trying to do is to tell you."
"Stop trying then," said Meldon, "and do it."
"He took a lep on the car," said Doyle, "the same as it might be a man
that was in a mighty hurry to be off, and says he to the driver, 'Is
there a place here called Ballymoy House?' 'There is, of course,' said
Patsy Flaherty, for it was him that was driving the car."
"Ballymoy House!" said Meldon. "Nonsense. He couldn't have asked for
Ballymoy House."
"It's what he said. And what's more: 'Is it there that a young lady
stops by the name of Miss King?' said he. 'It is,' said Patsy
Flaherty, 'and a fine young lady she is, thanks be to God.' 'Then
drive there,' says he, 'as fast as ever you can go, and if you have
such a thing as a bottle of paraffin oil in the well of the car,' says
he, 'throw it out before you start.' Well, of course, there was no oil
in the car.
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