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Chapter 9
Ay,anddonesaysI.Gob,he’llcomehomebyweepingcrossoneofthosedays,I’mthinking.
—DidyouseethatbloodylunaticBreenroundthere?saysAlf.U.p:up.
—Yes,saysJ.J.Lookingforaprivatedetective.
—Ay,saysNed.AndhewantedrightgowrongtoaddressthecourtonlyCornyKellehergotroundhimtellinghimtogetthehandwritingexaminedfirst.
—Tenthousandpounds,saysAlf,laughing.God,I’dgiveanythingtohearhimbeforeajudgeandjury.
—Wasityoudidit,Alf?saysJoe.Thetruth,thewholetruthandnothingbutthetruth,sohelpyouJimmyJohnson.
—Me?saysAlf.Don’tcastyournasturtiumsonmycharacter.
—Whateverstatementyoumake,saysJoe,willbetakendowninevidenceagainstyou.
—Ofcourseanactionwouldlie,saysJ.J.Itimpliesthatheisnotcomposmentis.U.p:up.
—Composyoureye!saysAlf,laughing.Doyouknowthathe’sbalmy?Lookathishead.Doyouknowthatsomemorningshehastogethishatonwithashoehorn.
—Yes,saysJ.J.,butthetruthofalibelisnodefencetoanindictmentforpublishingitintheeyesofthelaw.
—Haha,Alf,saysJoe.
—Still,saysBloom,onaccountofthepoorwoman,Imeanhiswife.
—Pityabouther,saysthecitizen.Oranyotherwomanmarriesahalfandhalf.
—Howhalfandhalf?saysBloom.Doyoumeanhe...
—HalfandhalfImean,saysthecitizen.Afellowthat’sneitherfishnorflesh.
—Norgoodredherring,saysJoe.
—Thatwhat’sImean,saysthecitizen.Apishogue,ifyouknowwhatthatis.
BegobIsawtherewastroublecoming.