red. I am sure that he is capable of any
crime and therefore--even if that bill is good--I am none the less
positive that counterfeiting is his business. No other supposition fits
the facts in the case."

"Is that all you know about old Cragg?" asked O'Gorman.

"Isn't it enough to warrant his arrest?" she retorted.

"Not quite. You've forgotten to mention one thing among his
characteristics, Josie."

"What is that?"

"Cragg is an Irishman--just as I am."

"What has that to do with it?"

"Only this: his sympathies have always been interested in behalf of his
downtrodden countrymen. I won't admit that they _are_ downtrodden,
Josie, even to you; but Cragg thinks they are. His father was an
emigrant and Hezekiah was himself born in Dublin and came to this
country while an infant. He imagines he is Irish yet. Perhaps he is."

There was a note of bewilderment in the girl's voice as she asked:

"What has his sympathy for the Irish to do with this case?"

"Hezekiah Cragg," explained O'Gorman, speaking slowly, "is at the head
of an organization known as the 'Champions of Irish Liberty.' For many
years this C. I. L. fraternity has been growing in numbers and power,
fed by money largely supplied by Cragg himself. I have proof, indeed,
that he has devoted his entire fortune to this cause, as well as all
returns from his business enterprises. He lives in comparative poverty
that the Champions of Irish Liberty may finally perfect their plans to
free Ireland and allow the Irish to establish a self-governing
republic."

"But--why all this secrecy, Daddy?" she asked wonderingly.

"His work here is a violation of neutrality; it is contrary to the
treaty between our country and England. According to our laws Hezekiah
Cragg and his followers, in seeking to deprive England of her Irish
possession, are guilty of treason."

"Could he be prosecuted for sympathizing with his own race?"

"No; for sending them arms and ammunition to fight with, yes. And that
is what they have been doing."

"Then you can arrest him for this act?"

"I can," said O'Gorman, "but I'll be hanged if I will, Josie. Cragg is
an idealist; the cause to which he has devoted his life and fortune
with a steadfast loyalty that is worthy of respect, is doomed to
failure. The man's every thought is concentrated on his futile scheme
and to oppose him at this juncture would drive him mad. He isn't doing
any real harm to our country and even England won't suffer