Riotous fugitive dash through Europe via pubs and bedsits, staying one step ahead of the taxman. So what chance the lawyer, police or a ghost?
Bart is sure that his cousin, O'Hanagan, did not mean to kill Scullivan. But the simpleton was there! They both were, blundering if not bludgeoning, and certainly tampering with evidence and perverting a course of justice. So Bart panics and runs away. Unfortunately, he has to take O'Hanagan with him on a mad dash through the night towards Dublin, then to England and onto the Continent.
In a time before e-mails, when you could use the local pub for your postbox, and find jobs paying cash, and cash a cheque over the bar, why was it so easy for folk to follow? Track down a fugitive! From pub to pub, one town after another across England, Holland and further afield, strangers seem to be asking questions. Is it the law or Scullivan's mother following? Maybe his ghost! Or is it the tax man driving them deeper into the itinerant worker depths of the new borderless Europe? Whatever, Bart reckons that if he can stay one step ahead of the tax man, then no policeman, lawyer or Sullivan’s family can catch him. But might it be a ghost?