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"Hold on, Moriarty," I interrupted, recalling myself. "Let's hear that fifty-to-one offer again. Am I to understand that if Toby has letters for the station and none for me, you win; if he has letters for me and none for the station, I win; and, failing the fulfilment of either double, the wager is off?" "That's it. Are you on?" "Make it a hundred to one." "Done! at a hundred to one in what?"
As Moriarty was trying to raise his head, O'Shane uttered some words, of which all that was intelligible was the name of Harry Ormond. His eye was fixed on Harry, but the meaning of the eye was gone. He squeezed Harry's hand, and an instant afterwards O'Shane's hand was powerless. The dearest, the only real friend Harry Ormond had upon earth was gone for ever!
Moriarty asserted that he was engaged in patrolling that particular road in simple obedience to the call of duty. "That may possibly be true," said Dr. O'Grady, "though it doesn't sound likely." "It was the sergeant gave me my orders," said Moriarty. "Patrol some other road, then," said Dr. O'Grady. "You're not wanted here."
O'Grady passed through the door into the street, Moriarty confronted him. "I'm glad to see," said Dr. O'Grady, "that you've stopped grinning. It's quite time you did." "It's not grins I'm talking about now," said Moriarty. "It's Mary Ellen." "Nice little girl, isn't she?" "It's a nice little girl you'll make of her before you've done!
"Moriarty ought to have more sense," said Dr. O'Grady. "He ought," said Doyle, "but he hasn't. The tunes he whistles round the house would drive you demented if so be that you listened to them; but I needn't tell you I don't do that." "You'll have to put up with it," said Dr. O'Grady. "It won't be for very long, and you needn't mind what Mary Ellen neglects so long as she attends properly on Mr.
"Moriarty himself is enough to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner, and Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews, who knocked out my left canine in the waiting-room at Charing Cross, and, finally, here is our friend of to-night." He handed over the book, and I read: "MORAN, SEBASTIAN, COLONEL. Unemployed. Formerly 1st Bengalore Pioneers. Born London, 1840.
Then he drew in his head and turned round. "Major," he said, "you're a magistrate. I wish to goodness you'd give orders that Moriarty isn't to grin in that offensive way. It's a danger to the public peace." "I shan't do anything of the sort," said the Major. "In the first place I can't. I've no authority over the police. They are Gregg's business. In the second place "
But they are always putting in some sly word in behalf of Moriarty and Hayes, the men accused of the murder." "Furthermore," said another guest, "these two men are regularly supplied while in prison with special meals by Mrs. Tangney. Who foots the bills? That is what she won't tell, nor has the Head-Constable so far been able accurately to ascertain.
What has the doctor been doing to you?" "It's about Mary Ellen." "Get out," said the sergeant, "you and your Mary Ellen! It's too fond you are of running here and there after that same Mary Ellen." It was plain that no sympathy was to be expected from Sergeant Colgan. Moriarty sat down on a chair in the corner and meditated on plans of vengeance. The sergeant dropped off to sleep again.
It was late in the day before Marcus rose; for he had to sleep off the effects of his last night's intemperance. He was in great astonishment when he learned that Ormond was really going away; and "could scarcely believe," as he said repeatedly, "that Harry was so mad, or such a fool. As to Moriarty, a few guineas would have settled the business, if no rout had been made about it.
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