I did as he suggested and sat down again.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "you're coming over to Ireland with me to-morrow."
"I'll see you hanged first," I said.
"HE LIT IT, AND DREW HIS FAVOURITE ARMCHAIR UP TO THE HEARTH."
"The train leaves Euston at 8.45 p.m."
"It can leave when it likes. I shan't be there."
"By eleven o'clock on Thursday we shall be in Stromore."
"Well?" I said, weakly.