Part 22

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌⁠—Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton’s office that was, Martin Cunningham said.

Long John Fanning could not remember him.

Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.

—What’s that? Martin Cunningham said.

All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they