Continent with him unchaperoned! It isn’t right. It’s unseemly!”
“But it is the perfect disguise,” Dunleavy stated. “A young couple, honeymooning in Paris. Why, they won’t look twice at him.”
“Honeymoon!” O’Casey cried.
“Not a real one, Eamon,” Maire assured him.
“If Mr. Penrith is in need of a temporary wife, why not simply get one of the streetwalkers here in Liverpool to go with him, instead?”
I thought back to the poxy women I had seen in the underground hall and shuddered.
“You trust a common trollop but not me, is that it, Eamon O’Casey?” his sister demanded. “Do you think I’m not up to the task? I’m a grown woman and certainly able to handle an assignment as simple as this. I’ll only be window dressing, I’m sure. Mr. Penrith will behave like a perfect gentleman. If not, I’ll box his ears.”
O’Casey looked at us. He was quickly running out of reasons to protest. Dunleavy was adamant, Barker silent as a statue, and Maire ready to counter any objections he put forth.
“Maire-” O’Casey began.
“It’s fine, Eamon,” she responded. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” She looked over at me, but I couldn’t read her thoughts.
“It is settled, then,” Dunleavy stated, clapping his hands together. “When might you be able to leave, Miss O’Casey?”
“Give me a day or two if you can risk it. How long shall we be gone, Mr. Dunleavy?” she asked.
“Just three or four days, I think. Enough time for Mr. Penrith to purchase all his materials and to have them shipped to London.”
“Mr. Dunleavy, I wonder if I might purchase a dress while I am there?”
He looked at her blankly. “What? At our expense?” he asked, seeing more of his money draining away.
“I shall be working for the cause, after all,” she stated. “We must keep up the pretense of being a married couple, and married women need dresses.” The little minx was arguing for a nice dress!
“Not one of the expensive dresses, with the seed pearls and marabou,” he blustered.
“As if I’d be wearing marabou in Liverpool!” she cried, her temper rising. “Where would I wear it, may I ask? To mass? To market, perhaps? Shall I wear it in the house, while I cook and do laundry and make beds and pour tea and prepare your meals?”
“You had better accede to everything she asks,” Barker arbitrated. “She has got you over a barrel.”
“Oh, very well, buy the infernal dress! Drain the I.R.B.’s coffers of badly needed funds. I don’t care,” Dunleavy huffed, crossing his arms. I thought she had outwitted him rather smartly. She left us to our planning and went off to do some of her own.
“So, Miss O’Casey and Mr. Penrith shall be going to Paris, and you want to go to London, Mr. van Rhyn. You shall accompany me to the Crook and Harp in Seven Dials,” Dunleavy said when his temper had cooled. “It is our base of operations in the City.”
Barker dug out his pipe. “You must prepare the faction to go to London, and Mr. Penrith and I shall need a large room to serve as a laboratory where we can make the explosives.”
“How much money will it cost?” Dunleavy asked. With him, everything came down to pounds and pence.
“It shall be worth everything,” Barker said, “when London’s government falls and the people of Ireland look for strong leadership who are prepared to tell them what to do.”
Dunleavy smiled wearily and nodded his head.
“You are right, Mr. van Rhyn. Forgive me. I have lived frugally and worried over money for too long. When England falls, I shall push for a strong alliance between Ireland and the United States. Dublin shall grow into a fine capital city like London. We shall build a strong navy, and the faction boys everywhere shall be heroes.”
“Indeed,” Barker continued the thought. “All the countries of the Empire shall have Ireland to thank for their freedom and shall wish to form alliances with you. If an intelligent leader uses his acumen, he might help Ireland acquire an empire of its own from the ashes. The entire map could be redrawn. And you, Dunleavy, could be at the helm. I do not think the jubilant citizens of Ireland shall care that you are American.”
“Stop!” Dunleavy cried, putting out a hand and flashing those teeth of his. “It is too grandiose. I’m just an old soldier. Ireland must decide its own destiny. I merely want to give it the opportunity to do so.”
“It is late. We should go to bed,” Barker stated. The clock on the mantel was nearing twelve thirty. “There is much to accomplish and plan for in the morning. Someone should stand watch.”
“The watch schedule has already been set.”
“Excellent. Good night, then.”
Once in our bedroom, Barker was chuckling to himself. “What an amateur Dunleavy is. He is trying to orchestrate a major attack on London on mere pocket change.”
“So you agree that Miss O’Casey and I should pose as newlyweds in order to get our supplies in Paris?” I asked.
“I do, as long as you stick to your purpose and aren’t influenced by a pretty face. Keep your mind on the case and away from Miss O’Casey as much as possible. If you don’t, Eamon O’Casey will come after you. And if he doesn’t, I will.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “Actually, it wasn’t O’Casey I was thinking of. It was Willie Yeats.”
Barker refilled his pipe and lit it. “Ah, yes. Yeats. I had almost forgotten about Miss O’Casey’s lapdog. Someone will have to explain to him that it is not a real honeymoon.”
“‘Stop!’” I said, throwing my hands up in mock horror. “‘It is too grandiose! I am just an old soldier.’”
Barker’s eyebrows disappeared behind his spectacles. “Cheeky beggar.”
21
We left Liverpool two days later, Maire and I. Everyone came to see us off, everyone except for Willie Yeats. The O’Casey house had been a beehive of activity with hours of planning and debates over lashings of tea, but that was nothing new. The odd thing was that amid the flurry of last-minute actions and discussions, Maire and I hardly spoke a word to each other. We had shared one kiss at the ruins of the lighthouse and now we were leaving on a counterfeit honeymoon without even discussing how we would act. I knew she had consented to go, but I reasoned that it may have been out of duty. As far as I knew, she had regretted the impulsiveness of that kiss and wanted nothing more to do with me.
Aboard ship, Dunleavy was shaking my hand vigorously for once, but he was giving me instructions as well. “Don’t forget to purchase new satchels, as many as we will need. And obtain a receipt for them. For everything, in fact.”
“I shall.” I paused, waiting. “You have not given me the money yet, sir.”
With a sigh, Dunleavy reached into his pocket and reluctantly gave up a packet into my care. I stepped back to where Barker stood on the deck, surrounded by the factionists as if it were a football scrimmage. He had insisted upon seeing me off despite the police, who were patrolling the docks.
“You know what to do?” he asked.
“Keep my wits about me and concentrate on my work,” I stated. “Oh, and be a gentleman.”
“Exactly.”
Barker and I had visited the slop shops, purchasing my evening kit, since I was supposed to be on honeymoon, and there was no way to tell who might be scrutinizing us. My employer insisted I go to a tailor with him, and have the suit fitted, mended, and pressed; he also provided new collars and cuffs, all within just two days-at a cost higher than the price of the suit. After a haircut and shave, I really did look like the new groom, off on a Continental honeymoon, a bowler on my head and my new bride’s hand in the crook of my elbow for ornament.
O’Casey kissed his sister, then pumped my hand, giving me a glare to say he still found objections to this whole affair and that I better make sure they remained unfounded. In contrast, after kissing the bride, McKeller tipped me a wink, as if to say take every advantage in life you are given. Whatever remarks he’d made among the
