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The
cars
came
scudding
in
towards
Dublin
,
running
evenly
like
pellets
in
the
groove
of
the
Naas
Road
.
At
the
crest
of
the
hill
at
Inchicore
sightseers
had
gathered
in
clumps
to
watch
the
cars
careering
homeward
and
through
this
channel
of
poverty
and
inaction
the
Continent
sped
its
wealth
and
industry
.
Now
and
again
the
clumps
of
people
raised
the
cheer
of
the
gratefully
oppressed
.
Their
sympathy
,
however
,
was
for
the
blue
cars
--
the
cars
of
their
friends
,
the
French
.
The
French
,
moreover
,
were
virtual
victors
.
Their
team
had
finished
solidly
;
they
had
been
placed
second
and
third
and
the
driver
of
the
winning
German
car
was
reported
a
Belgian
.
Each
blue
car
,
therefore
,
received
a
double
measure
of
welcome
as
it
topped
the
crest
of
the
hill
and
each
cheer
of
welcome
was
acknowledged
with
smiles
and
nods
by
those
in
the
car
.
In
one
of
these
trimly
built
cars
was
a
party
of
four
young
men
whose
spirits
seemed
to
be
at
present
well
above
the
level
of
successful
Gallicism
:
in
fact
,
these
four
young
men
were
almost
hilarious
.
They
were
Charles
Segouin
,
the
owner
of
the
car
;
Andre
Riviere
,
a
young
electrician
of
Canadian
birth
;
a
huge
Hungarian
named
Villona
and
a
neatly
groomed
young
man
named
Doyle
.
Segouin
was
in
good
humour
because
he
had
unexpectedly
received
some
orders
in
advance
(
he
was
about
to
start
a
motor
establishment
in
Paris
)
and
Riviere
was
in
good
humour
because
he
was
to
be
appointed
manager
of
the
establishment
;
these
two
young
men
(
who
were
cousins
)
were
also
in
good
humour
because
of
the
success
of
the
French
cars
.
Villona
was
in
good
humour
because
he
had
had
a
very
satisfactory
luncheon
;
and
besides
he
was
an
optimist
by
nature
.
The
fourth
member
of
the
party
,
however
,
was
too
excited
to
be
genuinely
happy
.
He
was
about
twenty-six
years
of
age
,
with
a
soft
,
light
brown
moustache
and
rather
innocent-looking
grey
eyes
.
His
father
,
who
had
begun
life
as
an
advanced
Nationalist
,
had
modified
his
views
early
.
He
had
made
his
money
as
a
butcher
in
Kingstown
and
by
opening
shops
in
Dublin
and
in
the
suburbs
he
had
made
his
money
many
times
over
.
He
had
also
been
fortunate
enough
to
secure
some
of
the
police
contracts
and
in
the
end
he
had
become
rich
enough
to
be
alluded
to
in
the
Dublin
newspapers
as
a
merchant
prince
.
He
had
sent
his
son
to
England
to
be
educated
in
a
big
Catholic
college
and
had
afterwards
sent
him
to
Dublin
University
to
study
law
.
Jimmy
did
not
study
very
earnestly
and
took
to
bad
courses
for
a
while
.
He
had
money
and
he
was
popular
;
and
he
divided
his
time
curiously
between
musical
and
motoring
circles
.
Then
he
had
been
sent
for
a
term
to
Cambridge
to
see
a
little
life
.
His
father
,
remonstrative
,
but
covertly
proud
of
the
excess
,
had
paid
his
bills
and
brought
him
home
.
It
was
at
Cambridge
that
he
had
met
Segouin
.
They
were
not
much
more
than
acquaintances
as
yet
but
Jimmy
found
great
pleasure
in
the
society
of
one
who
had
seen
so
much
of
the
world
and
was
reputed
to
own
some
of
the
biggest
hotels
in
France
.
Such
a
person
(
as
his
father
agreed
)
was
well
worth
knowing
,
even
if
he
had
not
been
the
charming
companion
he
was
.
Villona
was
entertaining
also
--
a
brilliant
pianist
--
but
,
unfortunately
,
very
poor
.
The
car
ran
on
merrily
with
its
cargo
of
hilarious
youth
.
The
two
cousins
sat
on
the
front
seat
;
Jimmy
and
his
Hungarian
friend
sat
behind
.
Decidedly
Villona
was
in
excellent
spirits
;
he
kept
up
a
deep
bass
hum
of
melody
for
miles
of
the
road
The
Frenchmen
flung
their
laughter
and
light
words
over
their
shoulders
and
often
Jimmy
had
to
strain
forward
to
catch
the
quick
phrase
.
This
was
not
altogether
pleasant
for
him
,
as
he
had
nearly
always
to
make
a
deft
guess
at
the
meaning
and
shout
back
a
suitable
answer
in
the
face
of
a
high
wind
.
Besides
Villona
's
humming
would
confuse
anybody
;
the
noise
of
the
car
,
too
.
Rapid
motion
through
space
elates
one
;
so
does
notoriety
;
so
does
the
possession
of
money
.
These
were
three
good
reasons
for
Jimmy
's
excitement
.
He
had
been
seen
by
many
of
his
friends
that
day
in
the
company
of
these
Continentals
.
At
the
control
Segouin
had
presented
him
to
one
of
the
French
competitors
and
,
in
answer
to
his
confused
murmur
of
compliment
,
the
swarthy
face
of
the
driver
had
disclosed
a
line
of
shining
white
teeth
.
It
was
pleasant
after
that
honour
to
return
to
the
profane
world
of
spectators
amid
nudges
and
significant
looks
.
Then
as
to
money
--
he
really
had
a
great
sum
under
his
control
.
Segouin
,
perhaps
,
would
not
think
it
a
great
sum
but
Jimmy
who
,
in
spite
of
temporary
errors
,
was
at
heart
the
inheritor
of
solid
instincts
knew
well
with
what
difficulty
it
had
been
got
together
.
This
knowledge
had
previously
kept
his
bills
within
the
limits
of
reasonable
recklessness
,
and
if
he
had
been
so
conscious
of
the
labour
latent
in
money
when
there
had
been
question
merely
of
some
freak
of
the
higher
intelligence
,
how
much
more
so
now
when
he
was
about
to
stake
the
greater
part
of
his
substance
!
It
was
a
serious
thing
for
him
.
Of
course
,
the
investment
was
a
good
one
and
Segouin
had
managed
to
give
the
impression
that
it
was
by
a
favour
of
friendship
the
mite
of
Irish
money
was
to
be
included
in
the
capital
of
the
concern
.
Jimmy
had
a
respect
for
his
father
's
shrewdness
in
business
matters
and
in
this
case
it
had
been
his
father
who
had
first
suggested
the
investment
;
money
to
be
made
in
the
motor
business
,
pots
of
money
.
Moreover
Segouin
had
the
unmistakable
air
of
wealth
.
Jimmy
set
out
to
translate
into
days
'
work
that
lordly
car
in
which
he
sat
.
How
smoothly
it
ran
.
In
what
style
they
had
come
careering
along
the
country
roads
!
The
journey
laid
a
magical
finger
on
the
genuine
pulse
of
life
and
gallantly
the
machinery
of
human
nerves
strove
to
answer
the
bounding
courses
of
the
swift
blue
animal
.
They
drove
down
Dame
Street
.
The
street
was
busy
with
unusual
traffic
,
loud
with
the
horns
of
motorists
and
the
gongs
of
impatient
tram-drivers
.
Near
the
Bank
Segouin
drew
up
and
Jimmy
and
his
friend
alighted
.
A
little
knot
of
people
collected
on
the
footpath
to
pay
homage
to
the
snorting
motor
.
