How do I know but the man who's just left this room isn't a spy, isn't the enemy of all of us here ?" "I'd suspect Michael Clones," remarked Dyck, "just as soon as Mulvaney." "Michael Clones," said his father, and he turned to Captain Ivy, "Michael Clones I'd trust as I'd trust His blessed Majesty, George III.
He's a rare scamp, is Michael Clones! He's no thicker than a cardboard, but he draws the pain out of your hurt like a mustard plaster.

A man of better sense and greater roguery I've never met.

You must see him, Captain Ivy.

He's only about twelve years older than my son, but, like my son, there's no holding him, there's no control of him that's any good.

He does what he wants to do in his own way--talks when he wants to talk, fights when he wants to fight.