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—
I
know
,
M
’
Coy
said
.
The
drain
,
you
mean
.
—
Drain
?
Lenehan
said
.
It
was
down
a
manhole
.
They
passed
Dan
Lowry
’
s
musichall
where
Marie
Kendall
,
charming
soubrette
,
smiled
on
them
from
a
poster
a
dauby
smile
.
Going
down
the
path
of
Sycamore
street
beside
the
Empire
musichall
Lenehan
showed
M
’
Coy
how
the
whole
thing
was
.
One
of
those
manholes
like
a
bloody
gaspipe
and
there
was
the
poor
devil
stuck
down
in
it
,
half
choked
with
sewer
gas
.
Down
went
Tom
Rochford
anyhow
,
booky
’
s
vest
and
all
,
with
the
rope
round
him
.
And
be
damned
but
he
got
the
rope
round
the
poor
devil
and
the
two
were
hauled
up
.
—
The
act
of
a
hero
,
he
said
.
At
the
Dolphin
they
halted
to
allow
the
ambulance
car
to
gallop
past
them
for
Jervis
street
.
—
This
way
,
he
said
,
walking
to
the
right
.
I
want
to
pop
into
Lynam
’
s
to
see
Sceptre
’
s
starting
price
.
What
’
s
the
time
by
your
gold
watch
and
chain
?
M
’
Coy
peered
into
Marcus
Tertius
Moses
’
sombre
office
,
then
at
O
’
Neill
’
s
clock
.
—
After
three
,
he
said
.
Who
’
s
riding
her
?
—
O
.
Madden
,
Lenehan
said
.
And
a
game
filly
she
is
.
