“Yes, what’s the trouble, Muldoon?”
“Shure o’ive made a discovery, sor.”
“What?”
“Thot other party. Ther ones you was tiligraphing about.”
“Well, what about them?”
“They’re here, begob.”
“Where, in the hotel?”
“No, in the woods back of the house.”
“Camping there?”
“No, bejabbers. There’s something looks queer to me about the whole thing, that’s why I called yez. They’ve sent for the Dago that runs this shabeen, sor.”