She's not precisely a fool, you know, and she has pretty accurate information about most of the people she deals with.' 'But surely------' Halloran shrugged his shoulders.
'My dear fellow, I don't want to shatter your ideal, but the beautiful Finola wants to work a revolution, and you can't do that sort of thing without soiling your hands.

However, whether he imposed on her or not, there's no doubt about it that he was a deserter.

Why, it appeared that the fool was tattooed all over the arms and chest, and the military people had a list of the designs.

They had a perfectly plain case, and, indeed, Doherty made no defence.' 'What will they do with him ?' said Hyacinth, still uneasy about the possibility of Doherty's volunteering information.
'I don't know,' said Halloran.

'I should think the best punishment would be to send him out to Ladysmith.