The captain had come a roundabout way, stopping in at the Moriarty
flat, where he found Mrs. Moriarty in a curious state of woe and tearful
pride. "Oh, what will I do, sir?" she moaned. "When I think he's gone,
it seems as if I'd die, too. But, thanks to you and Miss Warren--Mary
make it up to her!--my Pat'll have the finest funeral since the Guinny
saloon man was buried. Ah, if he could have lived to see it, he'd have
died content!"
The pull at the boarding-house bell was answered by a rather slatternly
maid, who informed the visitor that she guessed Mr. Pearson was in;
he 'most always was around lunch time. So Captain Elisha waited in a
typical boarding-house parlor, before a grate with no fire in it and
surrounded by walnut and plush furniture, until Pearson himself came
hurrying downstairs.
"Say, you're a brick, Captain Warren!" he declared, as they shook hands.
"I hoped you'd come to-day. Why haven't you before?"
The captain explained his having mislaid the address.
"Oh, was that it? Then I'm glad I reminded you. Rather a cheeky thing to
do, but I've been a reporter, and nerve is necessary in that profession.
I began to be afraid living among the blue-bloods had had its effect,
and you were getting finicky as to your acquaintances.
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