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Corny
Kelleher
closed
his
long
daybook
and
glanced
with
his
drooping
eye
at
a
pine
coffinlid
sentried
in
a
corner
.
He
pulled
himself
erect
,
went
to
it
and
,
spinning
it
on
its
axle
,
viewed
its
shape
and
brass
furnishings
.
Chewing
his
blade
of
hay
he
laid
the
coffinlid
by
and
came
to
the
doorway
.
There
he
tilted
his
hatbrim
to
give
shade
to
his
eyes
and
leaned
against
the
doorcase
,
looking
idly
out
.
Father
John
Conmee
stepped
into
the
Dollymount
tram
on
Newcomen
bridge
.
Corny
Kelleher
locked
his
largefooted
boots
and
gazed
,
his
hat
downtilted
,
chewing
his
blade
of
hay
.
Constable
57C
,
on
his
beat
,
stood
to
pass
the
time
of
day
.
—
That
’
s
a
fine
day
,
Mr
Kelleher
.
—
Ay
,
Corny
Kelleher
said
.
—
It
’
s
very
close
,
the
constable
said
.
Corny
Kelleher
sped
a
silent
jet
of
hayjuice
arching
from
his
mouth
while
a
generous
white
arm
from
a
window
in
Eccles
street
flung
forth
a
coin
.
—
What
’
s
the
best
news
?
he
asked
.
