were exquisite intaglios. Adam Craig was a torment of

ry little man, untemperamental and mercifully impervious to insult, who chugged up the lane in a car that needed but one twist of the crank to release a great many clatt

droom door he remembered the melancholy drip of the blossom storm at Adam's windows, the invalid's hunger for news of the outside world and the Spartan way he bore his pain. Whatever the nature of the disease that had wasted his body an

He liked it. It reflected the warm, poetic soul of a people. Brandy, alas, always made him quarrelsome and undependable of mood. When the rain came again and he had to have a fire, they would have more tales

s of Ireland, delighted at the sympathetic quiet of his mood

once a little sadly,

dded his

ine he was in splendid

ng with a reckless air of pride, "were

asked Ada

nal pretense of deafnes

in a loud voice. "And

nod

Kenny suspiciously, "that y

avely. "Both times. G

gan, of a muffled whistle, he glanced sharply at his host a

aid, "are yo

sted Adam. "It's the w

he harper who proved the right of Ireland to lead the world. This time the insolent whistle, louder and a shade defiant, convinced him t

iled, and the whistl

languidly. "It's 'All the way to Galway!' Fun

opelled himself in his wheel-chai

. "I think you lie. You're Irish and you

ly provoked to the point of murder, Kenny threatened to break away from the goad of his tongue. Always then Adam appealed to his habits of pity and treacherously on the strength of it wheed

ries, in Ireland, said Kenny, had ground the corn of mortals without pay until someone stole a bag of mea

Kenny rang for Hughie and stared at the huddled figure in the wheel-chair with eyes of new suspicion. Adam Craig, he remembered, with a sha