Madame went into the hall and lit a small glimmer of light. The boys remained in the darkened background, and I opened the door.
The detectives came just inside of the door.
"What do you want with me?" asked Madame.
"We have an order to serve on you, Madame," said one of them.
"What is it about?" asked Madame.
"It is an order under one of the regulations of the Defense of the Realm Act, prohibiting you from entering that part of Ireland called Kerry."
"Well," said Madame. "Is that to prevent me from addressing the meeting to-morrow night in Tralee?" Madame was advertised to at a meeting to organize a company of boy scouts the following day in the town of Tralee, County Kerry.
"I don't know, Madame," he answered.
"What will happen to me if I refuse to obey that order and go down to Kerry to-morrow?" asked Madame. "Will I be shot?"
"Ah, now, Madame, who'd want to shoot you? You wouldn't want to shoot one of us, would you, Madame?" said the detective who was doing all the talking.