“If you’re not ashamed of yourself,” he said, “you ought to be.”
“I am not, then,” said Mary Ellen.
Gallagher turned to Moriarty.
“You’re sure now,” he said, “that the tune the band is to play is the one you told me.”
Moriarty grinned malevolently.
“I am sure,” he said.
“For if you’re playing any kind of a trick on me——”
“I am not. Amn’t I wanting to get my knife into the doctor the same as yourself?”
“And why would you want that?”
“It’s on account of the way he has Mary Ellen dressed up. Will you look at the girl?”