“When I’ve finished my lunch,” said Mr. Billing, “I’d like to take a stroll round this section. There are some things I want to see. Perhaps Mr. Gallagher will come with me, if he can spare the time.”
“Thady Gallagher will be pleased,” said Doyle. “And as for sparing the time, he has plenty of that. You’ll go with the gentleman, won’t you, Thady?”
“I will, of course,” said Gallagher.
“And there’s no man knows the neighbourhood better,” said Doyle. “There isn’t one in it, man, woman, or child, that he isn’t acquainted with, and anything there might be to tell about their fathers or mothers before them, Thady Gallagher is well fit to tell it to you.”.
“What I’d like to be shown first,” said Mr. Billing, “is the statue to the memory of General John Regan.”
Doyle looked at Gallagher doubtfully. Gallagher edged away a little. He seemed inclined to take shelter again behind Doyle.
“The statue?” said Doyle.
“Statue or other memorial,” said Mr. Billing.
“With regard to the statue——” said Doyle slowly.
Then he turned round and caught Gallagher by the arm.