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Ivy Day in the Committee Room
“Isthatyou?Comein!”
“O,no,no,no!”saidFatherKeonquickly,pursinghislipsasifhewereaddressingachild.
“Won’tyoucomeinandsitdown?”
“No,no,no!”saidFatherKeon,speakinginadiscreet,indulgent,velvetyvoice.“Don’tletmedisturbyounow!I’mjustlookingforMr.Fanning....”
“He’sroundattheBlackEagle,”saidMr.Henchy.“Butwon’tyoucomeinandsitdownaminute?”
“No,no,thankyou.Itwasjustalittlebusinessmatter,”saidFatherKeon.“Thankyou,indeed.”
HeretreatedfromthedoorwayandMr.Henchy,seizingoneofthecandlesticks,wenttothedoortolighthimdownstairs.
“O,don’ttrouble,Ibeg!”
“No,butthestairsissodark.”
“No,no,Icansee....Thankyou,indeed.”
“Areyourightnow?”
“Allright,thanks....Thanks.”
Mr.Henchyreturnedwiththecandlestickandputitonthetable.Hesatdownagainatthefire.Therewassilenceforafewmoments.
“Tellme,John,”saidMr.O’Connor,lightinghiscigarettewithanotherpasteboardcard.
“Hm?”
“Whatheisexactly?”
“Askmeaneasierone,”saidMr.Henchy.
“Fanningandhimselfseemtomeverythick.They’reofteninKavanagh’stogether.
