When I arrived home my sister met me at the door and said there was a man in the parlor who wanted to see me, and that he had been waiting since noon. I went into the room and saw one of my Dublin friends.
"Why, hello, Barney," I said. "What brings you here?"
He told me that there was some work before me and that he had the instructions. With this he handed me a letter. I recognized my father's handwriting on the envelope. The letter merely said:
"Dear Nora, The bearer will tell you what we want you to do. I have every confidence in your ability.
"Your father,
"JAMES CONNOLLY."
"What are we to do?" I asked turning to Barney.
"Liam Mellowes is to be deported to-morrow morning to England and we are to go there and bring him back."
"Sounds like a big job," I said. "What are the plans?"
"These are some of them," he answered showing me several pages closely written. "Some one will bring the final instructions from Dublin to-night."
The plan in the rough was that the messenger, being on the first glance uncommonly like Liam Mellowes, was to go to the place where he was interned and visit him. While he was visiting he was to change clothes with Liam Mellowes and stay behind, while Liam came out to me. We were then to make all speed to the station and lose no time in returning to Dublin.