tale was continued in about this way: “I got home early, an’ me ould woman wanted to know where I’d been, an’ I told her a lie, an’ so got rid of it. Faith, I wor to go this very night an’ lay in wait, wid two men, an’ shoot a boss, who richly deserves it, but, on account of the word McNellis brought, that McGehan hev come back, it is put off till another day! It wouldn’t do to have anything occur, ye see, the very time McGehan got here! Let him get to work at the breast first!” This was further confirmation of Mike McKenna. McGehan was certainly the taller man of the two who had murdered Yost. It was more than probable that Boyle was the other. “You’d better belave,” concluded the Bodymaster, “I took off me boots an’ moved aisy enough, that mornin’, fur there’s a German family livin’ next door, an’ I wor afraid I’d be heard by them. But I made up to me house, begun to scrape wid me nails at the door, an’ Mrs. Kerrigan knew what it meant, an’ let me softly in. I jist tould her I’d been drunk and stopped out all night, as I’ve done before, an’ didn’t want the neighbors to know it! Jist as sure as you’re over there, an’ I’m over here, I’ve never brathed a single word of it, only wonst to Jack Donahue! He said it wor a good job an’ I was entitled to credit for me skill! I tell ye what ’tis, McKenna, ye want to be very careful how ye talk wid strangers, at the hotel, for the place hev been fairly swarmin’ wid detectives these few days past! Some of ’em may hev stolen the sign, ye see, an’ still be detectives!” “I know my business!” replied McKenna, “an’ devil a word will they get out of me at all!” At midnight the couple separated, my agent going to his hotel and Kerrigan staggering awkwardly homeward, as full of self-importance and spirits as he could be and retain power of locomotion.