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"Tomorrow night, Fahey," I shouted, "you bring the bag in this way. Knock, man! There's the knocker see?" Jim looked at me with eyes aghast. He gathered himself for speech, breathing deeply. No good knock. Sometime some-come-you no man see!" He lowered his voice to a rapid whisper, spreading his yellow palms tremulously. "You tell man come knock flon' do' I go 'way. Too much bad thing!"
The doctor's air was so entirely respectful and at the same time so masterful that Maclennan found himself walking meekly toward the grub-house behind the doctor, with Fahey, the smile on his face broader than ever, bringing up the rear. Maclennan caught the smile, but in the face of the doctor's quiet, respectful manner he found it difficult to rouse himself to wrath. He took refuge in bluster.
Fahey, down to Tommy Tate, it seems to have gone everywhere." "Is that so?" replied Dick, laughing. "Well, there are some who have escaped the tin-horn gang and the whiskey runners. Or rather, they've got it, but it's a different kind. Some day they'll kill him." "And yet they say he is " "Oh, I know. He does gamble, and when he gets going he's a terror.
"You think Jim would leave if I made Fahey knock at that door every night?" Joshua answered me obliquely. "If I could ever quote anything straight, I would remind you of a saying in one of George Eliot's novels that 'we've all got to take a little trouble to keep sane and call things by the same names as other people. Perhaps Jim doesn't take quite trouble enough.
"This is a most unusual letter for him to write. You must have stood very high in the profession in London." "I had a fairly good position," said Dr. Bailey. "May I ask why you left?" Dr. Bailey hesitated. "I grew tired of the life and, besides well I wanted to get away from things and people." "Pardon my asking," said Fahey hastily. "It was none of my business.
"That is all, gentlemen," said the doctor, as he concluded his tale; "I did what I considered was right. Prompt action was necessary. I may have been mistaken, but I think not." "Mistaken!" cried Fahey, with a great oath. "I tell you, Maclennan, we've had a close shave.
Maclennan stood in amazement looking from Haines to the General Manager. "Dr. Bailey? You mean Bailey from No. 1? What has he got to do with it? And how did Craigin come to allow him?" "Ask Craigin," replied Haines. "What have you got in there, Doctor?" asked Mr. Fahey. "Diphtheria patients." "How many?" "Well, we began with eight three days ago and we've ten to-day."
The meeting was convened, and Father Fahey consented to occupy the chair. He was supported by a dispensary doctor, anxious to propitiate the Board of Guardians with a view to obtaining a summer holiday; a leading publican, who had a son at Maynooth; a grazier, who dreaded the possible partition of his ranch by the Congested Districts Board; and Mr.
But, Doctor " here he glanced at the letter again, "Bailey, you say your name is?" "They called me Bailey when I came in and I let it go." "Very well, sir," replied Fahey quickly, "Bailey let it be. My offer holds, only I'll make it four thousand. We can't expect a man of your standing for less." "Mr. Fahey, I came here to work on the construction. I wanted to forget.
John Crawford continued to sell tickets, even to Father Fahey himself, and appeared entirely unconcerned by the fuss. About a fortnight after the meeting Hyacinth spent a night in Clogher. Mr. Holywell, the cigarette man, happened to be in the hotel, and, as usual, got through a good deal of desultory conversation while he drank his whisky-and-water.
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