I will be out Sunday at four,' says O'Halloran, 'an' give ye th'
facts, an' I hope th' duty is paid as it should be, for if 't is not
paid 't will be me duty t' arrest th' professor an'--'"
Flannery stopped and listened.
"Is that th' train from th' city I hear?" he said. "O'Halloran will sure
be on it."
The professor arose, and so did the two friends who had come with him to
help him carry home the one hundred dollars. The professor slapped
himself on the pockets, looked in his hat, and slapped himself on the
pockets again.
"_Mon Dieu!_" he exclaimed, and in an instant he and his friends were
in an excited conversation that went at the rate of three hundred words
a minute. Then the professor turned to Flannery.
"I return," he said. "I have lost the most valued thing, the picture of
the dear mamma. It is lost! It is picked of the pocket! Villains! I go
to the police. I return."
He did not wait for permission, but went, and that was the last Mike
Flannery or Mrs. Muldoon ever saw of him.
"An' t' think of me a free trader every day of me born life," said Mike
Flannery that evening to Mrs.
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