wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to his better half.

She’s well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.

And is he doing for the Freeman? Davy Byrne said.

Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.

He doesn’t buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of that.

How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He winked.

He’s in the craft, he said.

Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said.

Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He’s