“It’s a good address, so it is,” said Doyle, “and worth the money, though, mind you, it was a big lot we gave for it. A cheaper one would have done well enough.” “I call it cheap at the price,” said Dr. O’Grady. “I’d no idea you could get so much for £4. Now what about the bouquet?” “I have it in a jug of water,” said Doyle, “under the counter of the bar. I thought it would be better in water the way it would be fresh.” “Quite right. But be sure you wipe the stalks before you give it to Mrs. Gregg. It doesn’t so much matter about Lady Chesterton. She must be pretty well accustomed to handling damp bouquets. But I’d be sorry to spoil Mrs. Gregg’s new gloves. She’s sure to have new gloves. By the way, what’s being done about getting Mary Ellen ready? That girl can’t be trusted to dress herself.” “Mrs. Gregg is putting the clothes on her this minute,” said Doyle, “above in the best bedroom. She said she’d do it early so as she’d have time after to go home and dress herself.” “There’s been no trouble with Moriarty, I suppose? I told you about the way he threatened me, didn’t I?” “He hasn’t said a word to me, but he’s a fellow I wouldn’t trust further than I can see him, and he’s had an ugly look about him this three days, like as if he had some mischief in his mind.” “I wouldn’t trust him either,” said Dr. O’Grady; “but I don’t see what he could do. He wouldn’t venture to meddle with the statue, would he? Tangle up the strings we have tied to the sheet or anything of that sort?” “He would not; for he knows well it would be the worse for him if he did. It’s not likely Mr. Gregg would overlook it if Moriarty did anything that put a stop to Mrs. Gregg presenting the bouquet.” “We’ll have to chance it anyway, and I don’t see that he can do much except sulk, and that won’t hurt us. I think I’ll be getting home now, Doyle. I have to shave and generally clean up a bit before the Viceregal party arrives. You don’t own a silk hat, I suppose?” “I do not. What would I have the like for?” “You might have worn it if you had,” said Dr. O’Grady. “My own is so old that I’m ashamed to put it on. However, it doesn’t really matter. Both the Major and Father McCormack are sure to have them, so the Lord-Lieutenant won’t notice that you and I haven’t and nobody would expect much from Thady Gallagher. After all, our hats will be in our hands most of the time, and we can keep them behind our backs.”