Lets them do as they want about keepin' open Sundays, an' never squeezes a man when he's down on his luck." Peter looked at his wall again.

Peter was learning something.
"Supposing," he asked, "I was able to get your fine remitted, and that clause struck out of the lease.

Would you open on Sunday ?" "Divil a bit." "When must you pay the fine ?" "Oi'm out on bail till to-morrow, sir." "Then leave these papers with me, and come in about this time." Peter studied his wall for a bit after his new client was gone.

He did not like either saloon-keepers or law-breakers, but this case seemed to him to have--to have--extenuating circumstances.

His cogitations finally resulted in his going to Justice Gallagher's court.