"Moriarty," said Mr. French, "Mr. Giveen has found out where we are. He's been down here to-day and it's all up with us."
"Faith, sorr," said Moriarty, "and I'm not surprised. The only wonder to me is he didn't find us out before."
"Well, he's found us out now, anyhow, and be hanged to him! There's only one thing. Mr. Dashwood has got hold of him, and is sticking to him. Not that I expect he'll do much good."
Moriarty, who had put his trap down on the window-ledge of the kitchen, pursed his lips and stood with one hand caressing his foxy chin.
"And where has Mr. Dashwood got him, sorr?" asked he after a moment's silence.
"I don't know."
"Be any chance, sorr, d'you think he's left the place yet. For if he hasn't, and we could speak him fair, and get him up here——"
"Yes?"
"Well, sorr, there's a loose-box beside the wan The Cat's in."
"You mean we might lock him up there?"