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"Why, what is there to do but go and get them? We've risked too much and made New York too hot for the two of us, my dear sir, to get out of the game without the profits." "But I beg of you " "You needn't," grimly. "It won't bring you in any money." "But Maitland " "Is out. O'Hagan answered the 'phone. Don't you understand?" "But he may return!" "That's his lookout. I'm sorry for him if he does."
Upon this basis of fear and imagination O'Hagan started to build, building and building until he had created a grand structure of blind terror which yielded a most exquisite torture to his mind. A whistle sounded and a shudder traversed the men all down the trench. The officer called to his men. He mounted the parapet and jumped over.
With O'Hagan dead and Blizzard turned penitent, the bottom of course fell clean out of the scheme to loot Maiden Lane and the Sub-Treasury. But the work of Lichtenstein and his agents had not been in vain. Like the man in the opera Lichtenstein had a little "list." The lieutenant-governor soon retired into private life.
As yet they were only occupied by the junior advocates, Sir Colman O'Loghlen and John O'Hagan. The benches at the right of the dock, and nearer to the bench, reserved for the Attorney-General and his retainers, were vacant.
In Christmas week, 1592, he again escaped, through a sewer of the Castle, with Henry and Art O'Neil, sons of John the Proud. In the street they found O'Hagan, the confidential agent of Tyrone, waiting to guide them to the fastness of Glenmalure. Through the deep snows of the Dublin and Wicklow highlands the prisoners and their guide plodded their way.
He was tired, he affirmed with a weary nod; the lateness of the hour rendered him quite indisposed for convivial dalliance. Even the sight of O'Hagan, seduction incarnated, in the vestibule, a bottle under either arm, clutching a box of cigars jealously with both hands, failed to move the temperate soul. "Nah," he waved temptation aside with a gesture of finality.
In such a place, and with the scent of the hay to lull him, O'Hagan threw his tired body down, and soon lost all the cares of the world in complete repose.
And so he had lost her for ever, in all likelihood: they would never meet again. But that telephone call? "O'Hagan," demanded the haggard and distraught young man, "who was that on the wire just now?" Being a thoroughly trained servant, O'Hagan had waited that question in silence, a-quiver with impatience though he was.
There was one Mackie was taken in a publichouse in Cork, and there was a policeman killed in the struggle. Judge O'Hagan was the judge when he was in the dock, and he said, 'Mr. Mackie, I see you are a gentleman and an educated man; and I'm sorry, he said, 'that you did not read Irish history. Mackie cried when he heard that, for indeed it was all spies about him, and it was they gave him up."
He used to come, and climb with an old friend a few years older than himself, a Colonel O'Hagan, who is in Bengal now, and who he thinks will like me. Not much chance of our ever meeting! Just as Sir Lionel finished quoting Charles Kingsley on Pen-y-gwrd, we drew up in front of a low gray stone building; and Kingsley's merry words rang in my ears as the door of the hotel opened.
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