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"We're running it as a weekly," said McNeice, "and what we want is to get it into the home of every Protestant farmer, and every working-man in Belfast. We are circulating the first six numbers free. After that we shall charge a penny." I looked at The Loyalist. It was very well printed, on good paper.
Then he told Conroy the story of Gideon McNeice's life as far as he knew it at that time. It was a remarkable story, but not yet, as it became afterwards, strikingly singular. Gideon was the son of Ebenezer McNeice, a riveter in one of the great shipbuilding yards in Belfast.
That would have been the same whether the fighting came a little sooner or a little later. But the letter and the action of the Government which followed it certainly disorganized Conroy's plans and hustled McNeice. I found McNeice in my study when I got home. I told him, by way of a joke, about the letter which Godfrey intended to write. To my surprise he did not treat it as a joke.
I only came across it the day before yesterday, and " "You couldn't have come across it any sooner," I said, "for it's only just published." "And to put down my name as a subscriber for twenty copies. If you want money " "They don't," I said, "Conroy is financing them." "Conroy has some sound ideas," said Malcolmson. "You approve of the paper, then?" said McNeice.
McNeice and Malcolmson will frighten the Government and the Government will have you hanged or beheaded afterwards for causing the trouble. The English people will clamour for a victim, and you're exactly the sort of victim they'll like. Your one chance is to get out of this. Go to Castle Affey to-night, and telegraph to The Times to-morrow to say that you dissociate yourself " Moyne stopped me.
The long vacation had begun a week before. Fellows, professors and students had fled from the scene of their labours. Halfway across the square, however, I met McNeice. He seemed quite glad to see me and invited me to luncheon in his rooms. I accepted the invitation and was fed on cold ham, stale bread and bottled stout.
After luncheon, while I was still heavy with the spume of the stout, McNeice asked me if I had seen the new paper which was being published to express, I imagine also to exacerbate, the opinions of the Ulster Unionists. He produced a copy as he spoke. It was called The Loyalist. "We wanted something with a bite in it," he said.
James' Street where Malcolmson sat smoking cigars, and a small hotel in the Strand where McNeice and Cahoon were stopping. The Dean had left London for Belfast immediately after the meeting. I have no doubt that Sir Samuel Clithering did his best; but diplomacy applied to men like McNeice and Malcolmson is about as useful as children's sand dykes are in checking the advance of flowing tides.
"There was another man on board," said Marion, "and Godfrey seemed to think that he was well, not a very nice kind of man." "The fact that Godfrey called him a cad," I said, "rather goes to show that he is a man with a great deal of good in him. Besides, as it happens, I know all about him. His name is McNeice and he is a Fellow of Trinity College.
I know that we shall sacrifice their friendship and alienate their sympathy if we resort to the argument of lawlessness and violence." "It's the only argument they ever listen to," said McNeice. "Look at the Nationalists. What arguments did they use?" "Gentlemen," said Babberly, "are you going to ask Ulstermen to fire on the King's troops?"
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