"Here—," producing his pocket case, "a little mildewed and rumpled from hiding in the mattresses, and the like, but still quite legible. See, Patrice—a little hard to read, ye see. Patricia it is. Patricia Madeleine Aulnay de Vautrin. Female, me boy. Born August 7th, in the year of Our Lord, 1897—signed by the Doctor—Dominick Finucane—and attested by the Parish priest—a little illegible in certain notable places, but all quite straight and proper. He can't go back of that."
"And the other servant—who knew—?"
"Dead as a herring—a fortnight ago—ye'll admit most fortuitously—for I can't keep the whole of County Galway under my hat."
Harry Horton frowned.
"No. And you can't keep Moira there either."
"What d'ye mean?"
"Merely that she'll put a spoke in your wheel if you're not careful."
Quinlevin laughed.
"I won't worry about that bridge until I come to it. She won't object to taking her place in the world as the Duchesse de Vautrin——"
He broke off abruptly. "What's that? Did Moira call?"