's shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me.
You know Holohan?
--Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.
--And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for
the corporation. A night watchman.
Stephen turned in surprise.
--Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
--Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Let Gumley mind
the stones, see they don't run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius
Gallaher do? I'll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away.
Have you _Weekly Freeman_ of 17 March? Right. Have you got that?
He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
--Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say. Have
you got that? Right.
The telephone whirred.
A DISTANT VOICE
--I'll answer it, the professor said, going.
--B is parkgate. Good.
His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.
--T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon
gate.
The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
waistcoat.
--Hello? _Evening Telegraph_ here... Hello?... Who's there?... Yes...
Yes... Yes.
--F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi,
Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. F.A.B.P.
Got that? X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.
The professor came to the inner door.
--Bloom is at the telephone, he said.
--Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy's
publichouse, see? CLEVER, VERY
--Clever, Lenehan said. Very.
--Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody
history.
Nightmare from which you will never awake.
--I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the
besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and
myself.
Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing:
--Madam, I'm Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.
--History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was
there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of
an advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the
leg up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the _Star._
Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
was all their daddies!
--The father o
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