"Think of it! The blackguards!" said Mr. French as he carved the round of beef. "Coming to try their tricks on the horses! Moriarty hasn't left his eye off Garryowen since I left, begad! I'll pension him for life if I win the City and Sub. But think of the black-heartedness of it!"
He went into the details we know, Susie Gallagher's "information," and the fact that it was almost certain Black Larry would try the business that night.
Mr. Dashwood's eyes sparkled as he listened.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Catch him if I can," said French. "There mustn't be any shooting. I don't want any police business, for then I'd be held as a witness at the assizes. But if I catch him, I'll give him something to remember to-night by, and let him go."
"You'll let me help?" said Bobby.
"Of course I'll let you help. And so it was Susie Gallagher brought the news?"
"Yes," said Miss Grimshaw, "I told old Mrs. Moriarty—you remember that day you took me to see her?—well, I told her to let me know if she heard of any mischief. I guess she kept her ears open, for I gave her a shilling, and promised her five if she got any information. You'll have to pay that."
French chuckled.