“Counting 4s. 2d. to the dollar,” said Gallagher, “it comes to———”
“There’s a halfpenny along with that,” said Doyle, “as often as not.”
“Anyway,” said Gallagher, “it won’t be less than £104 3s. 4d.”
“The Urban District Council,” said Doyle, “will take a delight in passing that vote of thanks to Mr. Billing at its next meeting, and it’ll be a good strong vote, won’t it, Thady?”
“As strong as ever any one that was passed about the landlords,” said Gallagher, “only different, of course, mighty different.”
“Look here, O’Grady,” said Major Kent. “What do you mean by saying that I’m going to subscribe £5? Who is this General you’re all talking about?”
“Do shut up, Major,” said Dr. O’Grady. “Everything’s all right if you’ll only keep quiet. As you’ve got a camera with you, Mr. Billing,” he went on, “you might like to take a photograph of that house opposite you. It was there that the great General——”
“Glory be to God,” said Gallagher, “it’s the police barrack!”
“The birthplace of the great General?” said Mr. Billing, taking off his hat.
“Not exactly,” said Dr. O’Grady. “Thady Gallagher will show you his birthplace this afternoon. This is the house in which he spent his early youth, up to the age of eleven years.”