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Ivy Day in the Committee Room

           Isheapriestatall?”

           “Mmmyes,Ibelieveso....Ithinkhe’swhatyoucallblacksheep.Wehaven’tmanyofthem,thankGod!butwehaveafew....He’sanunfortunatemanofsomekind....

           “Andhowdoesheknockitout?”askedMr.O’Connor.

           “That’sanothermystery.”

           “Isheattachedtoanychapelorchurchorinstitutionor-”

           “No,”saidMr.Henchy,“Ithinkhe’stravellingonhisownaccount....Godforgiveme,”headded,“Ithoughthewasthedozenofstout.”

           “Isthereanychanceofadrinkitself?”askedMr.O’Connor.

           “I’mdrytoo,”saidtheoldman.

           “Iaskedthatlittleshoeboythreetimes,”saidMr.Henchy,“wouldhesendupadozenofstout.Iaskedhimagainnow,buthewasleaningonthecounterinhisshirt-sleeveshavingadeepgosterwithAldermanCowley.”

           “Whydidn’tyouremindhim?”saidMr.O’Connor.

           “Well,Icouldn’tgooverwhilehewastalkingtoAldermanCowley.IjustwaitedtillIcaughthiseye,andsaid:‘AboutthatlittlematterIwasspeakingtoyouabout....‘That’llbeallright,Mr.H.,’hesaid.Yerra,surethelittlehop-o’-my-thumbhasforgottenallaboutit.”

           “There’ssomedealoninthatquarter,”saidMr.O’Connorthoughtfully.“IsawthethreeofthemhardatityesterdayatSuffolkStreetcorner.

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