<> Chapter 15 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard146 Manuscript Albert, Reprisals English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard146 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard146_1.jpg LHL Archive 138 W "So t what does that prove?" said Mr McCoy. "Nothing," said Uncle Albert. "Not a blinking thing. Sure ould MaloneKelly must have half a dozen keys to his yard." "Half the time the place isn't locked anyway," said Mr McCoy. "Anyone could shin over the wall even if it was." Kevin said nothing. He felt as if his lips were frozen, as if he were caught up in a nightmare in which he found that he was unable to speak. Found guilty by his silence. "We have reason to believe that your son hid this box in the scrap- yard, Mr McCoy," said the officer. "Reason? You'd believe anything it'd suit you to believe." "What have you to say?" the officer asked Kevin. Kevin moistened his lips. "I know nothing about it." "You were seen taking the box into the yard." "Seen?" Kevin found his voice w e coming back with a surge of anger. "By whom?" "We will discuss that at the police stationbarracks. I think it would be better. But we do have a witness." "A witness?" said Brede. The quitetness of her voice made the soldier pause. "I think we have a right to know k who it is," aid Mr McCoy. "It might be better not. We don't want reprisals of or anything like that." "It wouldn't be Kate MaloneKelly, would it?" asked Brede. The officer started. Text