“I am,” said Patsy.
“Well, keep on listenin’ and answer me questions. First and foremost, when’s the quality coming to the Big House?”
“Day after to-morrow,” replied Patsy.
“How many is there?” went on Mr Murphy, prodding the fire meditatively with his stick.
“Dozens of them. I heard Mrs Kinsella sayin’ that a lot of thim was comin’ by spicial train to Tullagh station.”
Tullagh was the nearest railway station to Glen Druid Park, and it was fifteen miles away.
“Did you hear tell of anything else about them?” asked Mr Murphy.
“I heard Mrs Kinsella say——” began Patsy, then he stopped.
“What did you hear her say?”
“Ohone!” wailed Patsy, “sure, I oughtn’t to be tellin’ you——”