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Chapter 7
Aham!Mustdressthecharacterforthosefellows.Knightoftheroad.Gentleman.Andnow,MrCrimmins,maywehavethehonourofyourcustomagain,sir.Thecupthatcheersbutnotinebriates,astheoldsayinghasit.
NorthwallandsirJohnRogerson’squay,withhullsandanchorchains,sailingwestward,sailedbyaskiff,acrumpledthrowaway,rockedontheferrywash,Elijahiscoming.
MrKernanglancedinfarewellathisimage.Highcolour,ofcourse.Grizzledmoustache.ReturnedIndianofficer.Bravelyheborehisstumpybodyforwardonspattedfeet,squaringhisshoulders.IsthatNedLambert’sbrotherovertheway,Sam?What?Yes.He’saslikeitasdamnit.No.Thewindscreenofthatmotorcarinthesunthere.Justaflashlikethat.Damnlikehim.
Aham!Hotspiritofjuniperjuicewarmedhisvitalsandhisbreath.Gooddropofgin,thatwas.Hisfrocktailswinkedinbrightsunshinetohisfatstrut.
DownthereEmmetwashanged,drawnandquartered.Greasyblackrope.Dogslickingthebloodoffthestreetwhenthelordlieutenant’swifedrovebyinhernoddy.
Badtimesthosewere.Well,well.Overanddonewith.Greattoperstoo.Fourbottlemen.
Letmesee.IsheburiedinsaintMichan’s?Orno,therewasamidnightburialinGlasnevin.Corpsebroughtinthroughasecretdoorinthewall.Dignamistherenow.Wentoutinapuff.Well,well.Betterturndownhere.Makeadetour.
MrKernanturnedandwalkeddowntheslopeofWatlingstreetbythecornerofGuinness’svisitors’waitingroom.
