Gypo clicked his heels with a loud noise and saluted. He staggered
slightly as he saluted. His face, wild with drunkenness, moved
spasmodically, but he remained silent. He had not put on his muffler
on leaving the brothel. His brown neck was bare, the muscles standing
out like ridges on a mountainside. Then he jerked his hat back into
its correct position and shuffled his feet. He broke into a low, thick
laugh. He spoke.
“You an’ me, Commandant,” he said with a foolish grin. “What ho! We’ll
put ’em all on the run. What d’ye say?”
Gallagher had been looking steadily at Gypo all the time without a
single movement in his face. He turned away in silence and addressed
Mulholland.
“What’s the matter with your eye, Bartly?” he said.
“Oh! he just came in me way,” interrupted Gypo taking a pace forward
and patting Gallagher familiarly on the shoulder. “He came in me
way—uh—an’ I hit him with the back o’ me hand. That’s all, upon me
soul. He’ll be all right again with a bit o’ beefsteak. Don’t worry
yersel’ about him, Commandant.”
Gallagher drew away with an irritated gesture and walked back to the
inquiry room. Mulholland looked at Gypo with savage hatred in his
eyes. Gypo looked around him arrogantly with his chest swelled out.
“Nolan,” called out Gallagher from the doorway of the inquiry room,
“get into that room there across the passage. Third on your right.
That’s it. Wait there until you are wanted. See?”
“All right, Commandant. I see it. I—uh—damn that wall. Stand outa me
way, will ye?”
Gypo stalked down the passage, slightly unsteady on his feet and
breathing heavily. He brought up suddenly against the wall again and
laughed in his throat with his mouth shut. Then he headed straight for
the room where the Rat Mulligan was sitting with his guard. When he
had entered that room Gallagher beckoned to Mulholland. Mulholland
came up. They both disappeared into the inquiry room. The sentries
came to the doorway. They stood at ease across the doorway, facing the
passage, with their drawn revolvers in their hands. “The preliminary
investigation” had begun:
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