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It was a week after, or maybe more, when he got an answer back. It was Sabina Gallagher told me what was in it, having got it out of her cousin, that's servant to Simpkins and seen the letter, so I know what I'm telling you is the truth.
But at what point would they revolt? I could not let little Jimmie go through the pain I had undergone. The boy gave a sobbing cry of relief when he saw me and tried to break away to my side. He was flung on the table just as I had been. Gallagher looked at me imploringly while Bothwell fitted the cubes. Neidlinger stole a step nearer. His fingers were working nervously.
"He did say," said Doyle, "that 3d. a letter was the regular charge for cutting inscriptions." "We'll make it short," said Dr. O'Grady. "We won't stick him for more than about 10s. over the inscription. After all long inscriptions are vulgar. I propose that Mr. Thaddeus Gallagher, as the only representative of the press among us, be commissioned to write the inscription."
"I'd chuck the whole bunch for a while," was Quin's advice. "Why don't you let their standards go to gallagher and live up to your own?" "That's what I want to do, Quin," she said earnestly. "My standards are just as good as theirs, every bit. I've got terrifically high ideals. Nobody knows how serious I feel about the whole thing.
I haven't time to go into the matter. I want to go over and look at Mary Ellen." He slipped away as he spoke, leaving Gallagher standing, sulky and very suspicious, by himself. Doyle, who had no reason to think that anything had gone wrong, greeted him heartily. Gallagher replied angrily. "Do you know what tune it is that the band's going to play?" he said. "You and your old tune!" said Doyle.
Gallagher, as the period for action approached, becoming active, anxious and restless; devoting his time assiduously to the affairs of the Brotherhood, and constantly communicating with headquarters on some point of importance.
"If the notes are not ready before I leave, you can order out the speed-car and send them in by Gallagher any time before six o'clock. Don't slip up on that, Fred; tell Gallagher to deliver the notes to me, in person, at the Inter-Mountain. What's become of Professor Anners?" "He's staying over at Haworth's ranch, just to be near the fossil bone-field.
A little scraping showed the top of an iron box. "I claim that five, sir," cried Gallagher. I jumped into the hole beside him. With our hands we scraped the dirt away from the sides. "Heave away," I gave the word. We lifted the box to the solid ground above. It was very rusty, of a good size, and heavy. "Let's open it now," cried Jimmie, dancing with enthusiasm. "Let's not," I vetoed.
"I am not mistaken," said Gallagher, who was beginning to feel suspicious about the priest's evident desire to shelve the subject. "And anyway," said Father McCormack, "it's Dr. O'Grady himself that you'd better be speaking to about the tune." "I will speak to him; but he's not here presently." "Try Doyle then," said Father McCormack. "There he is coming out of the hotel.
The cigar slipped from his fingers. It was Sanford Quest who stood there, followed by the Sheriff of Bethel, two country policemen, and Red Gallagher and his mate, heavily handcuffed. Quest glanced at the cigar. "Say, do you mind picking that up?" he exclaimed. "That carpet cost me money." The plain-clothes man obeyed at once. Then he edged a little towards the telephone.
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