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With the air of conferring on Mary Louise and Josie a tremendous favor they were finally elected to the board. "But who is this Josie O'Gorman?" asked a smartly dressed woman, "and why? Isn't she a kind of a washerwoman?" "Hush!" admonished another. "Don't you know she is in the Higgledy-Piggledy Shop with Elizabeth Wright?"
"And how fur may we be from the Horn?" now demanded O'Gorman. "The Horn?" I exclaimed. "What has the Horn to do with us, or we with the Horn?" "Why, a precious sight more than you seem to think, mister," retorted the man, with a swift recurrence to his former insolent, bullying manner.
It came nearer and at length drew up; two men leaped off and came towards us; one of whom, as he came forward, took off his hat politely, and introduced himself as Mr. O'Gorman, the fighting friend of Mark Anthony. "It's a mighty unpleasant business I'm come upon, gentlemen," said he, "Mr. Fitzpatrick has been unavoidedly prevented from having the happiness to meet you this morning "
With this he rose to his feet and bowed again. He was a little man and he had a fat nose, but Mary Louise could not help liking him. She was still afraid of the detective, however, and when he had left the dining room she asked herself if his story could be true, if Gran'pa Jim was not in Dorfield if he had never even come to the town, as O'Gorman had stated.
I went to the gangway to receive them so that we might be out of ear-shot of Miss Onslow, who was sitting in the after-end of her sleeping-tent, reading and, even before the boat got alongside, I could see, by the sober faces of those in her, that something serious was the matter. O'Gorman boarded the brig alone, leaving his two companions in the boat alongside.
Some who had listened to O'Gorman were too startled to speak; others refrained. Mary Louise stared at the detective with almost Peter Conant's expression her eyes big and round.
Beyond doubt, O'Gorman would have been the victor, had it ended as every one was anticipating it would, in the death of one or other of the combatants. As it chanced, however, neither succumbed in that sanguinary strife. Both were preserved for a fate equally fearful: one, indeed, for a death ten times more terrible. As I have said, the circumstances had turned in favour of the Irishman.
But by sunset I had found occasion to alter my opinion, for it had by then become evident that O'Gorman was manoeuvring, not to avoid but to close with the stranger in such a manner as to avoid arousing any suspicion as to his design!
She neither consented nor refused, being taken by surprise, but O'Gorman sat down without requiring an answer. "I wish to tell you," he began, "that my unpleasant espionage of you is ended. It will be needless for me to embarrass or annoy you longer." "Indeed?" "Yes. Aren't you glad?" with a smile at her astonished expression. "You see, I've been busy investigating while you slept.
But we don't want any more executions, Misther Conyers, so will ye help us to make a fair division of our prize, that aich man may have his own and not be tempted to shteal from another?" "Are you making this request on your own account, or on behalf of the rest as well?" demanded I. "Perhaps the others may be unwilling to trust to my fairness." "Oh, but they will," answered O'Gorman.
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