or two about the Old Corps； which Corporal John Donoho； USMC （ret。）； had served at the ripe age of eighteen。
He was also a professional Irishman。 Every year he took an Aer Lingus flight from Boston's Logan International Airport to the old sod； to brush up on his roots and his accent； and sample the better varieties of whiskey that somehow were never exported to America in quantity。 Donoho also tried to keep current on the happenings in the North； 〃the Six Counties；〃 as he called them； to maintain his spiritual connection with the rebels who labored courageously to free their people from the British yoke。 Many a dollar had been raised in his bar； to aid those in the North； many a glass raised to their health and to the Cause。
〃Hello； Johnny！〃 Paddy O'Neil called from the door。
〃And good evening to you； Paddy！〃 Donoho was already drawing a beer when he saw his nephew follow O'Neil through the door。 Eddie was his dead brother's only son； a good boy； educated at Notre Dame； where he'd played second string on the football team before joining up with the FBI。 It wasn't quite as good as being a Marine； but Uncle John knew that it paid a lot better。 He'd heard that Eddie was following O'Neil around； but was vaguely sad to see that it was true。 Perhaps it was to protect Paddy from a Brit assassin； the owner rationalized。
John and Paddy had a beer together before the latter joined a small group waiting for him in the back room。 His nephew stayed alone at the end of the bar； where he drank a cup of coffee and kept an eye on things。 After ten minutes O'Neil went back to give his talk。 Donoho went to say hello to his nephew。
〃Hi； Uncle John；〃 Eddie greeted him。
〃Have you set the date yet； now？〃 John asked； affecting an Irish accent； as he usually did when O'Neil was around。
〃Maybe next September；〃 the younger man allowed。
〃And what would your father say； you living with the girl for almost a year？ And the good fathers at Notre Dame？〃
〃Probably the same thing they'd say to you for raising money for terrorists；〃 the young agent replied。 Eddie was sick and tired of being told how to live his life。
〃I don't want to hear any of that in my place。〃 He'd heard that line before； too。
〃That's what O'Neil does； Uncle John。〃
〃They're freedom fighters。 I know they bend some of our laws from time to time； but the English laws they break are no concern of mine or yours；〃 John Donoho said firmly。
〃You watch TV？〃 The agent didn't need an answer to that。 A wide…screen TV in the opposite corner was used for baseball and football games。 The bar's name had also made it an occasional watering hole for the New England Patriots football players。 Uncle John's interest in TV was limited to the Patriots； Red Sox； Celtics； and Bruins。 His interest in politics was virtually nil。 He voted for Teddy Kennedy every six years and considered himself a staunch proponent of national defense。 〃I want to show you a couple of pictures。〃
He set the first one on the bar。 〃This is a little girl named Sally Ryan。 She lives in Annapolis。〃
His uncle picked it up and smiled。 〃I remember when my Kathleen looked like that。〃
〃Her father is a teacher at the Naval Academy； used to be a Marine lieutenant。 He went to Boston College。 His father was a cop。〃
〃Sounds like a good Irishman。 Friend of yours？〃
〃Not exactly；〃 Eddie said。 〃Paddy and I met him earlier today。 This is what his daughter looked like then。〃 The second photo was laid on the bar。
〃Jesus； Mary； and Joseph。〃 It wasn't easy to discern that there was a child under all the medical equipment。 Her feet stuck out from heavy wrappings。 An inch…wide plastic pipe was in her mouth； and what parts of her body were visible formed a horribly discolored mass that the photographer had recorded with remarkable skill。
〃She's the lucky one； Uncle John。 The girl's mother was there； too。〃 Two more photos went onto the bar。
〃What happened； car accident what are you showing me？〃 John Donoho asked。 He really didn't know what this was all about。
〃She's a surgeon she's pregnant； too； the pictures don't show that。 Her car was machine…gunned yesterday； right outside of Annapolis； Maryland。 They killed a State Police officer a few minutes later。〃 Another picture went down。
〃What？ Who did it？〃 the older man asked。
〃Here's the father； Jack Ryan。〃 It was the same picture that the London papers had used。 Jack's graduation shot from Quantico。 Eddie knew that his uncle always looked at Marine dress blues with pride。
〃I've seen him before somewhere 。 。 。 〃
〃Yeah。 He stopped a terrorist attack over in London a few months back。 It looks like he offended the terrorists enough that they came after him and his family。 The Bureau is working on that。〃
〃Who did it？〃
The last photo went down on the bar。 It showed Ryan's hands less than a foot from Paddy O'Neil； and a black man holding him back。
〃Who's the jig？〃 John asked。 His nephew almost lost his temper。
〃Goddammit； Uncle John！ That man is a Navy fighter pilot。〃
〃Oh。〃 John was briefly embarrassed。 He had little use for blacks； though one who wore a Marine uniform into his bar got his first drink free； too。 It was different with the ones in uniform； he told himself。 Anyone who served the flag as he had done was okay in his book； John Donoho always said。 Some of my best friends in the Corps 。 。 。 He remembered how Navy strike aircraft had supported his outfit all the way back to the sea； holding the Chinese back with rockets and napalm。 Well； maybe this one was different； too。 He stared at the rest of the picture for a few seconds。 〃So； you say Paddy had something to do with this？〃
〃I've been telling you for years who the bastard fronts for。 If you don't believe me； maybe you want to ask Mr。 Ryan here。 It's bad enough that O'Neil spits on our whole country every time he es over here。 His friends damned near killed this whole family yesterday。 We got one of 'em。 Two Marine guards at the Naval Academy grabbed him； waiting to shoot Ryan。 His name's Eamon Clark； and we know that he used to work for the Provisional Wing of the IRA we know it。 Uncle John； he's a convicted murderer。 They caught him with a loaded pistol in his pocket。 You still think they're good guys？ Dammit； they're going after Americans now！ If you don't believe me； believe this！〃 Eddie Donoho rearranged the photos on the wooden surface。 〃This little girl； and her mother； and a kid not even born yet almost died yesterday。 This state trooper did。 He left a wife and a kid behind。 That friend of yours in the back room raises the money to buy the guns； he's connected with the people who did this。〃
〃But why？〃
〃Like I said； this girl's dad got in the way of a murder over in London。 I guess the people he stopped wanted to get even with him not just him； though； they went for his whole family；〃 the agent explained slowly。
〃The little girl didn't 〃
〃Goddammit；〃 Eddie swore again。 〃That's why they're called terrorists！〃 It was getting through。 He could see that he was finally getting the message across。
〃You're sure that Paddy is part of this？〃 his uncle asked。
〃He's never lifted a gun that we know of。 He's their mouthpiece； he es over here and raises money so that they can do things like this at home。 Oh； he never gets his hands bloody。 He's too smart for that。 But this is what the money goes for。 We are absolutely sure of that。 And now they're playing their games over here。〃 Agent Donoho knew that the money raising was secondary to the psychological reasons for ing over； but now wasn't the time to clutter the issue with details。 He watched his uncle stare at the photos of the little girl。 His face showed the confusion that always acpanies a pletely new thought。
〃You're sure？ Really sure？〃
〃Uncle John； we have over thirty agents on the case now； plus the local police。 You bet we're sure。 We'll get 'em； too。 The Director's put the word out on this case。 We want 'em。 Whatever it takes； we'll get these bastards；〃 Edward Michael Donoho； Jr。； said with cold determination。
John Donoho looked at his nephew； and for the first time he saw a man。 Eddie's FBI post was a