“Pat, you do not understand.” “Well, then, explain it to me so I can understand. Can you do it?” “I have told you that you would never have to work any more and you could be wearing fine clothes all the rest of your life, have I not?” “That you have, but does that make it so? I’d like to see a pile of greenbacks in front of me before I explain anny further.” “You see I am here tied up and can not get away. How can I show you the money?” “Well, me friend, what is better than a clear conscience? Do you think money and a gentleman could show you a better time?” “Oh, yes! I would not let a conscientious mind prevent me from having a good time the rest of my life.” “Me friend, your money is not showing you a good time, and the rest of your life your conscience will hurt you, and the pity and shame you have brought on your family—and those beautiful daughters—their lives are ruined, all by yourself, your greediness for money. No, me friend, I think I would rather be a hard-working Irishman all the rest of me life and have a clear conscience. “Pat, you are a coward. I thought you would help me out of here.” “I did not help you in here, and why should I help you out?” “Do you mean to go back on all the arrangements we have talked over?” “That is what I do. Now I’ll be telling you.” “Tell me what made you change your mind and talk this way?” “Because I heard someone talk the other way.” “You heard someone talk the other way?” “Yes, I fully intended to be a gentleman and help you out of this prison, and I thought I would walk around and think it over and see how bad I wanted to be a gentleman, and I got tired and sit meself down in the comfortable chair in the hospital, and there I was thinking it over and I was trying to think if I wanted to be a gentleman all the rest of me life, and when I asked meself the question I heard the answer, and, faith, I never had me mind made up yet—I was going to think about it a while—and I listened, as if I was hearing someone talking, and behold! I did, and I looked around, and not a soul was in sight, and I asked another question, and I got the answer again, and I thought: ‘If you know so much and can answer all of my questions, I’ll be giving you a job.’ And I had a regular conversation with them, and in the conversation I asked them how much money you had, and they told me not enough to get out of the trouble you was in, so I think you will need it all, and I had better not try to handle anny of it for you.” “Who was this you were talking with that gave you all of this information?” “Well, me friend, I don’t know. I did not see annyone, but I surely did hear someone.” “What are you going to do—let me stay here and serve whatever time is given me?” “Well, what have I got to do with getting you out?” “Look here! I’ve got you now where you will have to get me out, or I will get you in here to occupy the next cell, 76.”