The misadventures of an alcoholic investigator.
e. The ordnance maps shew where the graveyard was; and anyone can see for himself where it is. I need not tell your Eminence what a rebuke this would be to those enemies of the holy Church that have sought to put a stain on her by discrediting the late wonderful manifestations at Knock Chapel. If they come to Four Mile Water, they need cross-examine no one. They will be asked to believe nothing but their own senses.
"'Awaiting your Eminence's counsel to guide me further in the matter,
"'I am, etc.'
"Well, Zeno," said my uncle: "what do you think of Father Hickey now?"
"Uncle: do not ask me. Beneath this roof I desire to believe everything. The Reverend Hickey has appealed strongly to my love of legend. Let us admire the poetry of his narrative and ignore the balance of probability between a Christian priest telling a lie on his own oath and a graveyard swimming across a river in the middle of the night and forgetting to return."
"Tom Hickey is not telling a lie, you may take