“Run and get your camera then,” said Dr. O’Grady. “I’ll have her ready for you by the time you’re back.”
Mr. Billing, looking very well satisfied and quite without suspicion, went into the hotel.
“Doyle,” said Dr. O’Grady, “fetch Mary Ellen as quick as you can.”
“Is it Mary Ellen?”
“It is. Get her at once, and don’t argue.”
“But sure Mary Ellen’s not the grandniece of any General.”
“She’s the only grandniece we can possibly get on such short notice,” said Dr. O’Grady.
“I don’t know,” said Sergeant Colgan, “will Mr. Gallagher be too well pleased. Mary Ellen’s a cousin of his own.”
“Thady will have to put up with a little inconvenience,” said Dr. O’Grady. “He got us all into this mess, so he can’t complain.”
“I beg your pardon, doctor,” said Constable Moriarty, who had stopped grinning and looked truculent, “but I’ll not have it put out that Mary Ellen’s going to marry young Kerrigan. He’s a boy she never looked at, nor wouldn’t.”