"(A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O'Beirne's wall, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury. From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye.)
Bueñas noches, señorita Blanca. Que calle es esta?
(Impassive, raises a signal arm.) Password. Sraid Mabbot.
Haha. Merci. Esperanto. Slan leath. (he mutters) Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater." (U15.212)