`Well? How does he stand?'

`He wouldn't promise. He said: "I won't tell anyone what way I'm going to vote." But I think he'll be all right.'

`Why so?'

`He asked me who the nominators were; and I told him, I mentioned Father Burke's name. I think it'll be all right.'

Mr Henchy began to snuffle and to rub his hands over the fire at a terrific speed. Then he said:

`For the love of God, Jack, bring us a bit of coal. There must be some left.'

The old man went out of the room.

`It's no go,' said Mr Henchy, shaking his head. `I asked the little shoeboy, but he said: "O, now, Mr Henchy, when I see the work going on properly I won't forget you, you may be sure." Mean little tinker! 'Usha, how could he be anything else?'

`What did I tell you, Mat?' said Mr Hynes. `Tricky Dicky Tierney.'

`O, he's as tricky as they make `em,' said Mr Henchy. `He hasn't got those little pig's eyes for nothing. Blast his soul! Couldn't he pay up like a man instead of: "O, now Mr Henchy, I must speak to Mr Fanning... I've spent a lot of money." Mean little schoolboy of hell! I suppose he forgets the time his little old father kept the hand-me-down shop in Mary's Lane.'

`But is that a fact?' asked Mr O'Connor.

`God, yes,' said Mr Henchy. `Did you never hear that? And the men used to go in on Sunday morning before the houses were open to buy a waistcoat or a trousers - moya! But Tricky Dicky's little old father always had a tricky little black bottle up in a corner. Do you mind now? That's that. That's where he first saw the light.'

The old man returned with a few lumps of coal which he placed here and there on the fire.

`That's a nice how-do-you-do,' said Mr O'Connor. `How does he expect us to work for him if he won't stump up?'

`I can't help it,' said Mr Henchy. `I expect to find the bailiffs in the hall when I go home.'

Mr Hynes laughed and, shoving himself away from the mantelpiece with the aid of his shoulders, made ready to leave.

`It'll be all right when King Eddie comes,' he said. `Well, boys, I'm off for the present. See you later. `Bye, 'bye.'

He went out of the room slowly. Neither Mr Henchy nor the old man said anything, but, just as the door was closing, Mr O'Connor, who had been staring moodily into the fire, called out suddenly:

`'Bye, Joe.'

Mr Henchy waited a few moments and then nodded in the direction of the door.

`Tell me,' he said across the fire, `what brings our friend in here? What does he want?'