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Shtan' will ye!" this to the mare, whose eyes glinted white as she flung away her head from the light of the candle. "Whatever fright she got she didn't forget it," said the smith. "I was up in Dublin meself the same time," pursued Mr. Fennessy. "Afther I seem' Patsey I took a sthroll down to Brennan's yard.
I chose my course at once. This undoubtedly must have been Brennan's party. "Thank you, my man; it would have been better if you had reported that to me at once," I said. "However, I understand the situation much better now. Sergeant, we will go into camp here. Post pickets in both directions, but put your most careful men on that hill yonder.
Detective Sainsbury from Headquarters and Parsons, official court stenographer, brought up the rear with Pardeau, star reporter for the Recorder. Their faces were serious and their entry partook of the solemnity of a jury bringing a verdict into court. A brief whispered colloquy with his editor quickly smoothed the perplexity from Brennan's face.
"Brennan's right," P. Q. concurred. "Your story is dynamite, Gallant, but we need a fuse to explode it. We had better sit tight and if it occurs again be in on it so that we can get something to show beyond all doubt that Gibson is a faker and a tool of the 'Gink. In the meantime, Gallant, you keep in close touch with your friend Murphy."
"I don't like to be a 'Gloomy Gus," Brennan said, "but what was it General Wolfe said before the battle on the 'Plains of Abraham' at Quebec 'The paths of glory lead but to the grave' wasn't it?" John almost resented the inference of "glory seeking" by Gibson, and Brennan's cool way of suggesting that the commissioner might meet his death.
But this James Holden is apparently capable of doing just that and any impartial judge deliberating such a case would find it difficult to justify a decision that placed the competent infant under the guardianship and protection of an adult who is less competent than the infant." Brennan's face turned dark. "You're saying that this Holden kid is smarter than I am?"
Brennan's plan for the use of the dictograph was approved and they were commended for their enterprise. "If you put this over," the city editor told John, "I'll double your salary." It was P. Q. who suggested that Benton, the photographer, accompany them and endeavor to obtain a picture of Cummings and Gibson together. "That would cinch it," he said.
Brennan seemed to sense his unspoken exception to what he had said. "Oh, don't misunderstand me," he said. "It only popped into my head, I don't know why. And Wolfe, you know, was a braggart who made good. He died on the 'Plains of Abraham' after distributing Montcalm's army of Frenchmen all over the landscape." John blamed Brennan's cynicism for preventing him from viewing Gibson as he did.
Why, you needn't tell me I've had my mind made up ever since the day he broke the temper of Terry Brennan's Inniskillen chestnut, and won the gold cup with her afterwards.
I found two soldiers of Brennan's party within, both lying upon the floor, and peering cautiously through the apertures of the blinds. They glanced up at us with undisguised amazement. "It's all right, lads," I said heartily. "Never mind our colors to- night; we are all fighting the same way."
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