t the "never, never, never,"
part of the tune. Dr. O'Grady began to fidget nervously in his chair.

"Sit down, Thady," said Doyle. "Don't you know that if we postpone the
statue we'll never get the Lord-Lieutenant to open it? Didn't he say in
his letter that Thursday week was the only day he could come?"

"As for the so-called Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland," said Gallagher,
waving his arm in the air, "we've done without him and the likes of him
up to this, and we're well able to do without him for the future."

He brought his fist down with tremendous force as he spoke, striking the
table with the pad of flesh underneath his little finger. Dr. O'Grady
jumped up.

"Excuse me one moment, gentlemen," he said. "That young fool, Kerrigan,
is getting the tune wrong every time, and if I don't stop him he'll
never get it right at all."

He walked across to the window as he spoke and looked out. Then he
turned round.

"Don't let me interfere with your speech, Thady," he said. "I'm
listening all right, and I'm sure Father McCormack and the rest of the
committee want to hear every word of it."

But Gallagher, in spite of this encouragement, did not seem inclined to
go on. He sat down and scowled ferociously at Doyle. Dr. O'Grady put his
head out of the window and shouted.

"Moriarty," he called, "Constable Moriarty, come over here for a minute
and stop grinning."

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----"

He stopped at this point because Dr. O'Grady was not listening to
him. He had stretched his head and shoulders out of the window and was
talking in a very loud tone to Moriarty.

"Run over," he said, "and tell young Kerrigan to come here to me for a
minute. When you've done that go to bed or dig potatoes or do any other
mortal thing except stand at the door of the barrack grinning."

"What tune's that young Kerrigan's after playing?" said Gallagher
solemnly.

Father McCormack looked anxiously at Major Kent. The Major fixed his
eyes on the stuffed fox in the glass case. It was Doyle who answered
Gallagher.

"It's no tune at all the way he's playing it," he said. "Didn't you hear
the