he ed them the rising column of disks on the right.
-- smart idea, nosey flynn said, snuffling. so a fellow coming in late can see what turn is on and what turns are over.
-- see? tom rochford said.
he slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop: four. turn now on.
-- i'll see him now in the ormond, lenehan said, and sound him. one good turn deserves another.
-- do, tom rochford said. tell him i'm boylan with impatience.
-- goodnight, m'coy said abruptly, when you two begin.
nosey flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.
-- but how does it work here, tommy? he asked.
-- tooraloo, lenehan said, see you later.
he followed m'coy out across the tiny square of crampton court.
-- he's a hero, he said simply.
-- 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 ed 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.
while he waited in temple bar m'coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. fellow might damn easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.