3IO GARRYOWEN 



" If you'll just lave it to me, sorr, you may rest 

 contint." 



French poured out a glass of whisky, which 

 Moriarty swallowed neat. Then, wiping his 

 mouth with the back of his hand, and saluting the 

 company assembled, he left the room. 



" He'll do it," burst out Mr Dashwood, who 

 seemed suddenly, and for the first time, to fully 

 comprehend the possibilities and impossibilities 

 of Moriarty. 



" Faith," said French, " I believe he will. I've 

 never known Moriarty fail yet. Upon my word, 

 I haven't. Looking back now, I never remember 

 him not getting the better of any man he crossed 

 the foils with. Do you remember that blackguard 

 who came to hamstring Garry o wen? And the 

 best of the matter is, he always does things in 

 such a way that the laugh is on his side, and the 

 law, begad! Do you remember that bailiff he 

 drove to the old castle? Well, the law couldn't 

 have touched him for that. The man wanted to be 

 driven to my house, and that was my house, 

 though I didn't live there." 



*' It's a man like Moriarty that comes over to 

 the States with a bundle under his arm," said 

 Miss Grimshaw. " One moment a poor exile 

 from Erin, standing on a shore that is lonely and 

 chill, and the next day, to quote one of our poets, 

 he's ' Alderman Mike introdjucin' a bill.' I wonder 

 why the Moriartys are so much nicer in their own 

 country." 



