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"I don't mean to interfere with you, boys, in any way. And you mustn't interfere with me. As soon as the Senator and the Governor finish with me they'll give you all the time you want, no doubt! Please wait outside!" He tapped on the door and gave his name. Rellihan opened. Morrison seized the officer's arm and pulled him outside.
He went to the old woman, checking the outburst with which she flooded him when he approached. "I know! I know, Mother Slattery! No need to tell me about it. As a fellow-martyr, I realize just how Jim has been up against it again!" He slid something into her hand "Rellihan will speak to the judge!"
He carried a night-stick that resembled a flail-handle rather than the usual locust club. Morrison slammed the door and Rellihan put his back against it. There was a profound hush in the Executive Chamber. The feet of those who entered made no sound on the thick carpet.
Rellihan shook his head again; this seemed to be an occasion where unnecessary talking fell under interdiction; for that matter, Rellihan possessed only a vocabulary to use in talking down to the proletariat; he was debarred from telling these dignitaries to "shut up and sit aisy!" "A blind man, now a dumb man Colonel Shaw, go and hunt up the man we're here to see!"
One of the estimable gentlemen who have been coming to us by the way of the Mexican border of late! When you picked up such a good command of our language, my friend, it's too bad you didn't pick up a better understanding of our country. I haven't any time just now to give you an idea of it, sir. I'll have a talk with you to-morrow." The mayor had seen Officer Rellihan at the door of the hall.
"He is nae sic thing as mayor till ten o' the clock and till he cooms here for the crackin wi' yon corbies!" declared the old paymaster, pointing derogatory penstock through the wicket at "the crows" who were ranged along the settees. Rellihan shook his head. "Well, at any rate, go hunt him up," commanded His Excellency.
"I'm glad to know that. I'll talk with General Totten in a moment!" Again Mac Tavish came trotting past Rellihan. Morrison snatched away the telegram that his agent proffered; but the master demanded news before proceeding to open the missive. "There's summat in the air," reported Andrew. "Much blust'ring; the square is crowded!
Mac Tavish and Rellihan, by virtue of jobs and natures, were foes, but their team-work in behalf of the interests of the Morrison was comprehensively perfect. "What's the matter with your brains, Rellihan?" demanded the colonel, hotly. "I don't kape stirring 'em up to ask 'em, seeing that they're resting aisy," returned the policeman, smiling placidly.
But instead of stepping through he stepped back. "Come in," he called. Paymaster Andrew Mac Tavish led the way, plodding stolidly, his neck particularly rigid. Delora Bunker, stenographer at St. Ronan's mill, followed. Last came Patrolman Rellihan, his bulk nigh filling the door, his helmeted head almost scraping the lintel.
Just then Rellihan slammed the private door with a sort of official violence. Mac Tavish had entered. He marched straight to Morrison with the stiff jerkiness of an automaton. He carried a sealed telegram and held it as far in front of himself as possible. Stewart seized upon it and tore the envelope. "I'm glad to hear you say that about the court, gentlemen. I have taken a liberty this evening.
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