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" What do you propose to do? " 



" If you plaze, sorr, I'd rather just keep me 

 tongue shut in me head. It's not that I aren't 

 wishful to tell you, sorr, but it's the divil to spake 

 whin you're fishin'. Do you rimember, sorr, 

 young Mr James and his wife, whin they came to 

 Drumgool and went out fishin' the black water? 

 Him and she wid a luncheon basket and tame 

 minnows presarved in bottles of glycerin' and 

 the hoightof fine rods and patent bucks and landin'- 

 nets, and groun' bate and the Lord knows all; 

 and you could hear thim chatterin' to wan another 

 half-a-mile away, and the wather thick wid fish. 

 And the divil a thing they caught in three days but 

 a crawbeen." 



" Moriarty is right," said Miss Grimshaw, 

 who had a profound belief in the capacity of 

 Moriarty for doing the right thing just in the 

 right way, when the thing was a matter of 

 diplomacy. 



" Look here, Moriarty," said French, " are you 

 thinking of making a prisoner of this chap? For 

 that won't do." 



*' No, sorr," said Moriarty, " I'm not." 



" He doesn't drink." 



" No, sorr." 



*' You're not going to bribe him? " 



" No, sorr." 



" Well, all I can say is, if you can find some other 

 means of putting him out of action you're a 

 cleverer man than I am." 



