Branch did as he was told.
For some time longer they talked; then they rose as if to leave
the room. O'Reilly took his stand near the door and directly
beneath the most promising crevice in the roof, which at this
point was perhaps nine feet from the floor.
Branch stooped over the table and breathed into the lamp-chimney;
the room was plunged into darkness. There followed a faint
rustling of paper; the next instant he was at O'Reilly's side.
Stooping, Johnnie seized him about the knees and lifted him. There
was the briefest pause; then feeling a pinch upon his shoulder,
O'Reilly lowered his burden noiselessly, and the two men left the
room.
When they were safely out in the street Branch rubbed his head and
complained: "Bullets, you're strong! You nearly broke a rafter
with my head. But I guess I got 'em out of sight."
"THEM?"
"Yes. I hid my American 'papers,' too. These Dons are sore on
Yankees, you know. I'm going to be an Englishman, and you'd better
follow suit. I'm the--the youngest son of the Earl of Pawtucket,
and you'd better tell 'em your uncle was the Duke of Ireland, or
something."
XI
THE HAND OF THE CAPTAIN-GENERAL
On the stroke of midnight O'Reilly was arrested. After a thorough
search of his person and his premises he was escorted to
Government headquarters, where he found Leslie Branch.
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