Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he knows them all. No: coming to me.

I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your christian name?

I’m not sure.

L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M’Coy’s name too. He asked me to.

Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the Freeman once.

So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few ads. Charley, you’re my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does no harm. I saw to that, M’Coy.