“While th’ thrillin’ scenes I’m tellin’ ye about is goin’ on, Hinnissy, worse is bein’ enacted in beautiful Paris.  In that lovely city with its miles an’ miles iv sparklin’ resthrants,—­la belly Paree, as Hogan ‘d say,—­th’ largest American city in th’ wurruld, a rivolution’s begun.  If ye don’t believe it, read th’ pa-apers.  They’ve arrested a pote.  That was all r-right; f’r Fr-rance is sufferin’ fr’m too much pothry that ‘ll scan, as Hogan says, an’ too much morality that won’t.  They ought to be a rule f’r th’ polis to pinch anny pote caught poting between th’ hours iv twelve an’ twelve.  But th’ mistake th’ chief iv th’ polis made was to r-run in a butcher at th’ same time.  What th’ butcher done I dinnaw; but annyhow they accused him iv wantin’ to poleaxe th’ governmint; an’ they thrun him into a cell.  Now th’ butcher he had a frind be th’ name iv Guerin,—­an Irish name it is, but this la-ad don’t appear to be wan iv us,—­Jools Guerin.  He was wanst in th’ thripe business; but he is now r-runnin’ a newspaper, like most iv th’ people iv Fr-rance.  As a thripe butcher, his circulation was larger an’ among a betther class than his newspaper.  Bein’ a la-ad with a fine sinse iv gratichood, an’ havin’ been wanst fed an’ clothed be a Jew man, he calls his pa-aper th’ Anti-Jew; an’ its principle is, whin ye see a Jew, hand him a crack in th’ jaw.  ’Tis a good principle, though I wanst knew a man be th’ name iv Solomon Felsenthal, that was known in th’ ring as Mike Gallegher, th’ Tipp’rary Cyclone, as a thribute to th’ feelin’s iv th’ pathrons iv spoort; an’, if Jools had thried to carry out his platform with Solly, they’d be no siege in Fort Chabrool.  Not anny.  That Jew man ’d been champeen iv th’ wurruld if all iv him cud ’ve kept out iv close quarthers with th’ man again him.

“I don’t quarrel with Jools’ feelin’s, mind ye.  ‘Tis th’ histhry iv th’ wurruld that th’ Jews takes our watches fr’m us be tin per cint a month, an’ we take thim back be means iv a jimmy an’ a piece iv lead pipe.  They’re on’y two known methods iv finance,—­bankin’ an’ burglary.  Th’ Jews has th’ first down fine, but all th’ rest iv th’ wurruld is at home in th’ second.  So Jools’s all r-right as far as he goes.  But he don’t go far.

“Well, whin Jools hear-rd that his frind th’ butcher was sloughed up, he wint fairly wild.  He says to himsilf, he says, ‘I’ll go home,’ he says, ‘an’ defy th’ governmint,’ he says.  ‘I’ll start a rivolution,’ he says.  ‘But,’ he says, ‘I must first notify th’ polis,’ he says, ‘so’s to prevint disordher,’ he says.  So he wint to th’ chief iv polis, who was an ol’ frind iv his,—­they was in th’ same newspaper office or thripe dairy or something,—­an’ th’ chief kissed Jools, an’ asked him what he cud do f’r him.  ‘I wish,’ said Jools, ’ye’d sind down tin or a dozen good men in uniform an’ a few detectives in citizen’s clothes,’ he says.