How was Oi to ken thot she was th'
ould Witch o' Endor?"
Watson's memory was at work on what he knew of the house at
Chatterton Place, especially regarding its occupants at the
beginning of the Blind Spot mystery. The Bar's old remark caught
his attention.
"The Witch of Endor?"
"Aye; thot she were. Whin Oi woke up, there was nary a hoose at
all, nor th' ould lady, nor Toddy Maloney's, nor 'Frisco. 'Twas a
strange place I was, sor; a church loike St. Peter's, only bigger,
th' same bein' harrd to belaive. An' th' columns looked loike
waterspoots, an' th' sky above was full av clouds, the same bein'
jest aboot ready to break into hell an' tempest. But ye've been
there yerself, sor.
"Well, here was a man beside me, dressed in a kilt. An' he spakes
a strange language, although Oi could undershtand; and' he says,
says he:
"'My lord,' was what he says.
"'My lord!' says Oi. 'Oi dinna ken what ye mane at all, at all.'
"'Are ye not a Bar?' says he.
"'Thot Oi am not!' says Oi, spakin' good English, so's to be sure
he'd understand. 'Oi'm Pat MacPherson.'
"But he couldn' ken. Thin we left th' temple an' wint out into the
street. An' a great crowd of people came aroun' an' began
shoutin'. By an' by we wint into anither buildin'.
"'For why sh'd iverybody look at me whin we crossed th' street
jest noo?' I asked.
"'Tis y'r clothes,' says he.
"Now, Oi don't enjoy pooblicity, sor; wherefore th' wily Scotch in
me told me what to do, an' th' Irish part of me did it.
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