“She’s a filly,” said Doyle, “and I know as much about her as the doctor does.”
He had for the moment forgotten his American guest, and was thinking only of the animal which Major Kent was trying to sell him.
“It’s the General I’m talking about,” said Gallagher in an aggrieved tone, “and the doctor says there’s to be an article on the paper about him next week. But if there is the doctor may write it himself. It’ll be easy for him seeing he knows who the General was.”
“He does not know any more than the rest of us,” said Doyle. “Didn’t he say a minute ago he was a well-known millionaire?”
“He knows now, anyway,” said Gallagher, “and what’s more he says that the Urban District Council has been talking about erecting a statue to him.”
“Erecting a statue to who?” said the Major.
“To General John Regan, of course,” said Gallagher.
“But sure there was no such talk,” said Doyle, “not that I heard of, anyway.”
“There was not,” said Gallagher, “but there will be now; and there might have been. There’s no denying that there might have been.”
“Doyle,” said the Major anxiously. “We must finish settling the price of the filly later on. I’m nervous, I’m confoundedly nervous about what the doctor may be doing. You never know what wild idea he may take into his head, or what he may let us all in for.”