able one. McMunn, of McMunn Brothers,
Limited, was a coal merchant. Lord Dunseverick, though a peer, belonged
to the north of Ireland. He understood Belfast.

"What I want," he said, "is to see Mr. Andrew McMunn."

"I've business with Andrew McMunn myself," said the sailor, "and I'm
going that way."

"Good. Then we'll go together."

"My name," said the sailor, "is Ginty. If you're intimate with Andrew
McMunn you'll likely have heard of me."

"I haven't But that's no reason why you shouldn't show me the way."

"It's no that far," said Ginty.

They walked together, sometimes side by side, sometimes driven apart by
a string of carts.

"If it had been Jimmy McMunn you wanted to see," said Ginty, "you might
have had further to go. Some says Jimmy's in the one place, and more
is of opinion that he's in the other. But I've no doubt in my own mind
about where Andrew will go when his time comes."

"You know him pretty well, then?"

"Ay, I do. It would be queer if I didn't, seeing that I've sailed his
ships this ten year. Andrew McMunn will go to heaven."

"Ah," said Lord Dunseverick, "he's a good man, then?"

"I'll no go so far as to say precisely that," said Ginty, "but he's a
man who never touches a drop of whisky nor smokes a pipe of tobacco.
It'll be very hard on him if he doesna go to heaven after all he's
missed in this world. But you'll find out what kind of man he is if you
go in through the door forninst you. It's his office, thon's one with
the brass plate on the door. My business will keep till you're done with
him."

Lord Dunseverick pushed open one of a pair of swinging doors, and found
himself in a narrow passage. On his right was a ground glass window
bearing the word "Inquiries." He tapped at it.

For a minute or two there was no response. Lord Dunseverick brushed
some of the mud, now partially dry, off his trousers, and lit a fresh
cigarette. The ground glass window was opened, and a redhaired clerk
looked out.

"I want to see Mr. McMunn," said Lord Dunseverick, "Mr. Andrew McMunn."

The clerk put his head and shoulders out through the window, and
surveyed Lord Dunseverick suspiciously. Very well dressed young men,
with pale lavender ties and pearl tie-pins--Lord Dunseverick had
both--are not often seen in Belfast quay-side offices.

"If you want to see Mr. McMunn," said the clerk, "--and I'm no saying
you will, mind that--you'd better take yon cigarette out of your mouth.
There's no smokin