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?