He took the blotter, and there, under the proper rubric, he filled in the following:
O'Dillon, Christian name unknown.
He looked up at the captain.
"Faith," he said, "and he added that the lads call him the scourrge, the fwhich I think is one o' them blood-currlin' names the Boston gangsters are afther givin to each other."
Again he wrote in the blotter.
Alias Gennis Kahn.
"Sounds Sheeny to me, captain," he commented, "though, begabs, he don't look like one."
Once more the pen scratched over the hard paper:
Alias Thomas Lane.
"And that last one," concluded O'Mahoney, "may be his real name. For, faith, Lane's a Noo England name, and the lad looks to me more like a native than like O'Dillon, which is Irish, or Kahn, which is Sheeny."
"All right," said the captain. "Let's have a look at the prisoner."
