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—
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
?
