"
"Well, yes. I told the hounds what I thought of them."
"By the Lord, you'll be a man after McGinty's heart!"
"What, does he hate the police too?"
Scanlan burst out laughing. "You go and see him, my lad," said
he as he took his leave. "It's not the police but you that he'll
hate if you don't! Now, take a friend's advice and go at once!"
It chanced that on the same evening McMurdo had another more
pressing interview which urged him in the same direction. It may
have been that his attentions to Ettie had been more evident than
before, or that they had gradually obtruded themselves into the
slow mind of his good German host; but, whatever the cause, the
boarding-house keeper beckoned the young man into his private
room and started on the subject without any circumlocution.
"It seems to me, mister," said he, "that you are gettin' set on
my Ettie. Ain't that so, or am I wrong?"
"Yes, that is so," the young man answered.
"Vell, I vant to tell you right now that it ain't no manner of
use. There's someone slipped in afore you."
"She told me so."
"Vell, you can lay that she told you truth.
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