e of the quay that hasn't lifted his eye off the boat
since five o'clock this morning?"

"Is there that?"

"There is. The sergeant was up at the big house late last night. I
saw him go myself. What they said to him I don't know, but he had the
constable out sitting opposite the boat since five this morning the way
nobody'd go near her."

"Peter Walsh," said Sweeny, and this time he spoke in a subdued and
serious tone, "let you go in through the kitchen and ask herself to give
you the bottle of whisky that's standing on the shelf under the bar.
When you have it, come up here for I want to speak to you."

"Peter Walsh did as he was told. When he reached the bedroom he found
Sweeny sitting on a chair with a deep frown on his face. He was thinking
profoundly. Without speaking he held out his hand. Peter gave him the
whisky. He swallowed two large gulps, drinking from the bottle. Then
he set it down on the floor beside him. Peter waited Sweeny's eyes,
narrowed to mere slits, were fixed on a portrait of a plump ecclesiastic
which hung in a handsome gold frame over the chimney piece. His hands
strayed towards the whisky bottle again. He took another gulp. Then,
looking round at his visitor, he spoke.

"Listen to me now, Peter Walsh. Is there any wind?"

"There is surely, a nice breeze from the east and there's a look about
it that I wouldn't be surprised if it went to the southeast before full
tide."

"Is there what would upset a boat?"

"There's no wind to upset any boat that's handled right. And you know
well, Mr. Sweeny, that the master can steer a boat as well as any man
about the bay."

"Is there wind so that a boat might be upset if so be there happened to
be some kind of mistake and her jibing?"

"There will be that much wind," said Peter Walsh, "at the top of the
tide. But what's the use? Don't I tell you, and don't you know yourself
that the master isn't one to be making mistakes in a boat?"

"How would it be now if you was in her, you and the strange gentleman,
and the master on shore, and you steering? Would she upset then, do you
think?"

"It could be done, of course, but----"

"Nigh hand to one of the islands," said Sweeny, "in about four foot
of water or maybe less. I'd be sorry if anything would happen the
gentleman."

"I'd be sorry anything would happen myself. But it's easy talking. How
am I to go in the boat when the master has sent down word that he's
going himself?"

Sweeny took another