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1Mr Hynes laughed and, shoving himself away from the mantelpiece with the aid of his shoulders, made ready to leave.
2"It'll be all right when King Eddie comes," he said. "Well boys, I'm off for the present. See you later. 'Bye, 'bye." He
3went out of the room slowly. Neither Mr Henchy nor the old man said anything but, just as the door was closing, Mr
4O'Connor, who had been staring moodily into the fire, called out suddenly: "'Bye, Joe." Mr Henchy waited a few moments
5and then nodded in the direction of the door. "Tell me," he said across the fire, "what brings our friend in here? What
6does he want?" "'Usha, poor Joe!" said Mr O'Connor, throwing the end of his cigarette into the fire, "he's hard up, like
7the rest of us." Mr Henchy snuffled vigorously and spat so copiously that he nearly put out the fire, which uttered a
8hissing protest. "To tell you my private and candid opinion," he said, "I think he's a man from the other camp. He's a
9spy of Colgan's, if you ask me. Just go round and try and find out how they're getting on. They won't suspect you. Do
10you twig?" "Ah, poor Joe is a decent skin," said Mr O'Connor. "His father was a decent respectable man," Mr Henchy
11admitted. "Poor old Larry Hynes! Many a good turn he did in his day! But I'm greatly afraid our friend is not nineteen
12carat. Damn it, I can understand a fellow being hard up, but what I can't understand is a fellow sponging. Couldn't he
13have some spark of manhood about him?" "He doesn't get a warm welcome from me when he comes," said the old man. "Let him
14work for his own side and not come spying around here." "I don't know," said Mr O'Connor dubiously, as he took out
15cigarette-papers and tobacco. "I think Joe Hynes is a straight man. He's a clever chap, too, with the pen. Do you
16remember that thing he wrote...?" "Some of these hillsiders and fenians are a bit too clever if you ask me," said Mr
17Henchy. "Do you know what my private and candid opinion is about some of those little jokers? I believe half of them are
18in the pay of the Castle." "There's no knowing," said the old man. "O, but I know it for a fact," said Mr Henchy.
19"They're Castle hacks.... I don't say Hynes.... No, damn it, I think he's a stroke above that.... But there's a certain
20little nobleman with a cock-eye--you know the patriot I'm alluding to?" Mr O'Connor nodded. "There's a lineal descendant
21of Major Sirr for you if you like! O, the heart's blood of a patriot! That's a fellow now that'd sell his country for
22fourpence--ay--and go down on his bended knees and thank the Almighty Christ he had a country to sell." There was a
23knock at the door. "Come in!" said Mr Henchy. A person resembling a poor clergyman or a poor actor appeared in the
24doorway. His black clothes were tightly buttoned on his short body and it was impossible to say whether he wore a
25clergyman's collar or a layman's, because the collar of his shabby frock-coat, the uncovered buttons of which reflected
26the candlelight, was turned up about his neck. He wore a round hat of hard black felt. His face, shining with raindrops,
27had the appearance of damp yellow cheese save where two rosy spots indicated the cheekbones. He opened his very long
28mouth suddenly to express disappointment and at the same time opened wide his very bright blue eyes to express pleasure
29and surprise. "O Father Keon!" said Mr Henchy, jumping up from his chair. "Is that you? Come in!" "O, no, no, no!" said
30Father Keon quickly, pursing his lips as if he were addressing a child. "Won't you come in and sit down?" "No, no, no!"
31said Father Keon, speaking in a discreet indulgent velvety voice. "Don't let me disturb you now! I'm just looking for Mr
32Fanning...." "He's round at the Black Eagle," said Mr Henchy. "But won't you come in and sit down a minute?" "No, no,
33thank you. It was just a little business matter," said Father Keon. "Thank you, indeed." He retreated from the doorway
34and Mr Henchy, seizing one of the candlesticks, went to the door to light him downstairs. "O, don't trouble, I beg!"
35"No, but the stairs is so dark." "No, no, I can see.... Thank you, indeed." "Are you right now?" "All right, thanks....
36Thanks." Mr Henchy returned with the candlestick and put it on the table. He sat down again at the fire. There was
37silence for a few moments. "Tell me, John," said Mr O'Connor, lighting his cigarette with another pasteboard card. "Hm?"
38"What he is exactly?" "Ask me an easier one," said Mr Henchy. "Fanning and himself seem to me very thick. They're often
39in Kavanagh's together. Is he a priest at all?" "Mmmyes, I believe so.... I think he's what you call a black sheep. We
40haven't many of them, thank God! but we have a few.... He's an unfortunate man of some kind...." "And how does he knock
41it out?" asked Mr O'Connor. "That's another mystery." "Is he attached to any chapel or church or institution or----"
42"No," said Mr Henchy, "I think he's travelling on his own account.... God forgive me," he added, "I thought he was the
43dozen of stout." "Is there any chance of a drink itself?" asked Mr O'Connor. "I'm dry too," said the old man. "I asked
44that little shoeboy three times," said Mr Henchy, "would he send up a dozen of stout. I asked him again now, but he was
45leaning on the counter in his shirt-sleeves having a deep goster with Alderman Cowley." "Why didn't you remind him?"
46said Mr O'Connor. "Well, I couldn't go over while he was talking to Alderman Cowley. I just waited till I caught his
47eye, and said: 'About that little matter I was speaking to you about....' 'That'll be all right, Mr H.,' he said. Yerra,
48sure the little hop-o'-my-thumb has forgotten all about it." "There's some deal on in that quarter," said Mr O'Connor
49thoughtfully. "I saw the three of them hard at it yesterday at Suffolk Street corner." "I think I know the little game
50they're at," said Mr Henchy. "You must owe the City Fathers money nowadays if you want to be made Lord Mayor. Then
51they'll make you Lord Mayor. By God! I'm thinking seriously of becoming a City Father myself. What do you think? Would I
52do for the job?" Mr O'Connor laughed. "So far as owing money goes...." "Driving out of the Mansion House," said Mr
53Henchy, "in all my vermin, with Jack here standing up behind me in a powdered wig--eh?" "And make me your private
54secretary, John." "Yes. And I'll make Father Keon my private chaplain. We'll have a family party." "Faith, Mr Henchy,"
55said the old man, "you'd keep up better style than some of them. I was talking one day to old Keegan, the porter. 'And
56how do you like your new master, Pat?' says I to him. 'You haven't much entertaining now,' says I. 'Entertaining!' says
57he. 'He'd live on the smell of an oil-rag.' And do you know what he told me? Now, I declare to God I didn't believe
58him." "What?" said Mr Henchy and Mr O'Connor. "He told me: 'What do you think of a Lord Mayor of Dublin sending out for
59a pound of chops for his dinner? How's that for high living?' says he. 'Wisha! wisha,' says I. 'A pound of chops,' says
60he, 'coming into the Mansion House.' 'Wisha!' says I, 'what kind of people is going at all now?'" At this point there
61was a knock at the door, and a boy put in his head. "What is it?" said the old man. "From the Black Eagle," said the
62boy, walking in sideways and depositing a basket on the floor with a noise of shaken bottles. The old man helped the boy
63to transfer the bottles from the basket to the table and counted the full tally. After the transfer the boy put his
64basket on his arm and asked: "Any bottles?" "What bottles?" said the old man. "Won't you let us drink them first?" said
65Mr Henchy. "I was told to ask for the bottles." "Come back tomorrow," said the old man. "Here, boy!" said Mr Henchy,
66"will you run over to O'Farrell's and ask him to lend us a corkscrew--for Mr Henchy, say. Tell him we won't keep it a
67minute. Leave the basket there." The boy went out and Mr Henchy began to rub his hands cheerfully, saying: "Ah, well,
68he's not so bad after all. He's as good as his word, anyhow." "There's no tumblers," said the old man.
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