BON GRE— MAL GRE 319 



Moriarty held his hand. He knew his patient's 

 constitution and he knew the strength of the 

 medicine. Helpless intoxication was not his 

 object; his game was deeper than that. 



In the middle of the third glass the victim began 

 to show signs of merriment. Real merriment. 

 All his anger had vanished. Strange to say, he 

 still resisted, tossing his head from side to side as 

 much as he was able, but all the time he was laugh- 

 ing as though he were being tickled. 



" He's comin' up to scratch," said Moriarty. 

 " Aisy does it. Let him be for a minit, for we 

 have to reckon on the cowld night air, and I want 

 him to keep his pins. Well, Mr Piper, and how 

 are you feelin' now? " 



" Whatsh your name? " cried Piper, sudden 

 anger seizing him. "I'll give you shome thing. 

 Come on! " He struck out with his foot and sent 

 Andy flying, bottle, glass and all. Next second, 

 his legs now released, he landed Moriarty a kick 

 in the face that would have stunned an ordinary 

 man. 



" Come on! " cried Piper, wildly laughing, still 

 on his back and striking out with his feet. " Come 

 on! One down, t'other on." 



" He's proper and fit now," said Moriarty, 

 his face streaming with gore, but seemingly utterly 

 obhvious of the fact. " Come on and we'll run 

 him down to the p'leece-office before the fight's 

 out of him." 



lie rushed in on the resisting one, got another 



