"
"Oh yes," responded Mrs. Falchion, still looking at the cable; "The
Padre, I know, is very clever."
"He is more than clever," bluffly replied Mr. Devlin, who was not keen
enough to see the faint irony in her tones.
"Yes," responded Mrs. Falchion in the same tone of voice, "he is more
than clever. I have been told that he was once very brave. I have been
told that once in the South Seas he did his country a great service."
She paused. I could see Ruth's eyes glisten and her face suffuse, for
though she read the faint irony in the tone, still she saw that the tale
which Mrs. Falchion was evidently about to tell, must be to Galt Roscoe's
credit. Mrs. Falchion turned idly upon Ruth and saw the look in her face.
An almost imperceptible smile came upon her lips. She looked again at the
cable and Phil Boldrick's eyrie, which seemed to have a wonderful
attraction for her. Not turning away from it, save now and then to glance
indolently at Mr. Devlin or Ruth, and once enigmatically at myself, she
said:
"Once upon a time--that is the way, I believe, to begin a pretty
story--there were four men-of-war idling about a certain harbour of
Samoa.
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