“Oh, I know you,” answered young Hardman, with a smile.
“A friend of his friend O’Halloran—”
“Mr. O’Halloran was here while you were away. He seemed very anxious to see you; said he would call again in an hour. I think it must be important.”
Came at that instant O’Halloran’s ungentle knock, on the heels of which his red head came through the open door.
“You’re the very lad I’m wanting to see, Bucky,” he announced, and followed this declaration by locking all the doors and beckoning him to the center of the room.
“Is that tough neck of yours aching again, Reddy?” inquired his friend whimsically.
“It is that, me bye. There’s the very divil to pay,” he whispered.
“Cough it out, Mike.”
“That tyrant Megales is onto our game. Somebody’s leaked, or else he has a spy in our councils—as we have in his, the ould scoundrel.”
“I see. Your spy has told you that his spy has reported to him—”