Mister Macmurdo

Mister macmurdo elbowed his way forward and pushed himself ou the little group of courtiers who were fawning upon him. The young stranger's bold gray eyes looked back fearlessly through their glasses at the deadly black ones which turned sharply upon him. By god, you've got an irish tongue in your head, cried the saloon keeper not quite certain whether to humour this audacious visitor or to stand upon his dignity. So you are good enough to pass my appearance, sure said mc murdo. And you were told to see me, i was. He raised a glass which he had been served to his lips and elevated his little finger as he drank