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"It's a great comfort to be sure of one's men." "I wish I was as sure of every one as I am of Ginty," said McMunn. "I'm no saying that your lordship's not sound. The speech you made last night at Ballymena was good enough, and I'm with you in every word of it; but " "Oh, speeches!" said Lord Dunseverick.

"I came to settle the details about this expedition to Hamburg," said Lord Dunseverick. "Well," said McMunn, "there's no that much left to settle. The Brothers is ready." "The Brothers?" "The McMunn Brothers. Thon's the model of her on the chimneypiece." Lord Dunseverick looked at the model attentively. It represented a very unattractive ship.

Lord Dunseverick picked his way delicately among the pools and tough cobble stones. He was a very well-dressed young man, and he seemed out of place amid the miry traffic of the Belfast quays. A casual observer would have put him down as a fashionable nincompoop, one of those young men whose very appearance is supposed to move the British worker to outbursts of socialistic fury.

"It's my opinion," said McMunn, "that the man who pays taxes that he needn't pay I'm alluding to the duty on tobacco, you'll understand for the sake of poisoning himself with a nasty stink, is little better than a fool. That's my opinion, and I'm of the same way of thinking about alcoholic drink." Lord Dunseverick deposited the offending cigarette on the hearth and crushed it with his foot.

He was apparently of opinion that smoking would relieve the strain on his mind. "I'm no satisfied," said McMunn. "I don't see what you have to grumble about," said Lord Dunseverick. "We've got what we came for, and we've got our clearance papers. What more do you want? You expected trouble about those papers, and there wasn't any. You ought to be pleased." "There you have it," said McMunn.

And the Belfast working man, as everybody knows, is more bitterly contemptuous of the idle rich, especially of the idle rich with titles, than any other working man. The Belfast working man had just then worked himself up to a degree of martial ardour, unprecedented even in Ulster, in his opposition to Home Rule. Lord Dunseverick was one of the generals of the Ulster Volunteer Force.

Von Edelstein stared at him in blank amazement Then very slowly a look of intelligence came over his face. He turned to Lord Dunseverick. "I think I understand," he said. "You do not quite trust me. You fear that I may be a spy in the pay of infamous Englishmen. But you are mistaken entirely mistaken. I offer you proof of my good faith. General, be so kind as to read my commission."

He entered a large office, very grimy, which is the proper condition of a place where documents concerning coal are dealt with. Six other clerks were at work there. When Lord Dunseverick entered, all six of them stood up and saluted. They, too, so it appeared, were members of the Volunteer Force. The red-haired junior clerk crossed the room towards a door marked "Private."

No more than a low murmur of approval greeted Lord Dunseverick's words; but the men looked as if they wished to cheer vehemently. The red-haired boy tapped at the door which was marked "Private." A minute later he invited Lord Dunseverick to pass through it. Andrew McMunn is a hard-faced, grizzled little man, with keen blue eyes. He can, when he chooses, talk excellent English.

He possessed some twenty more German words, and knew that "beer" was represented by the same sound as in English. The equipment seemed to him sufficient for the interview. "I have the good fortune to speak English easily," said Von Edelstein. "Am I addressing myself to Mr. McMunn?" "Ay," said McMunn, "you are. And this is Lord Dunseverick, a baron like yourself."