“Not exactly that,” said Dr. O’Grady. “You’ve got the proper house, but the Major has just reminded me——”
“I did not,” said Major Kent.
“Well, if it wasn’t you it was Thady. Thady Gallagher has just reminded me that the top storey wasn’t built when the General lived there. The Government added it afterwards when the place was bought for a police barrack. What you ought to do if you want to get the thing absolutely right is to take another photograph and make sure that the top storey doesn’t come into it.”
“I’m greatly obliged to you,” said Mr. Billing. “I’ll expose a second plate.”
He arranged his camera again. Sergeant Colgan and Moriarty settled themselves in stiff attitudes, one on each side of the barrack door.
“Am I to take the two policemen as well?” said Mr. Billing, looking out from beneath his black cloth.
“You may as well,” said Dr. O’Grady. “It will interest the Bolivians to see how this country is overrun with what Thady Gallagher calls the armed forces of an alien power.”
“What I say is this,” said Thady Gallagher, grasping at his opportunity, “so long as the people of this country is kept in subjection and the cursed system of landlordism is supported——”
“Look here, O’Grady,” said Major Kent, angrily, “I can’t be expected to stand this.”
“It’s all right, Major,” said Dr. O’Grady. “It’s only poor old Thady. You know jolly well he doesn’t mean a word of it.”