Grogan listened in silence, deeply moved. He put out his hand and grasped Harry’s firmly.
“That’s the way I love Patience Welcome, Mike,” went on Harry, “just as you loved Norah McGuire.”
“Well,” broke in Grogan huskily, “I didn’t know—I—” He turned suddenly and demanded, “Well then, why in hell don’t you find her?”
“I’m going to try.”
“And I’ll help ye!”
“Good old Mike,” said Harry, putting his arm around Grogan’s shoulders, “Aha, you can’t beat the Irish!”
“Yes, you can,” responded Grogan, “but they won’t stay beaten.”
The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Boland senior. He hung up his hat, took off his gloves and rubbed his hands together.
“Ah,” he said, “good morning Harry—Mike.”
“Morning, Governor,” returned Harry tersely. Grogan acknowledged the salutation with a grunt.