Quietly, sure of
his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.
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. Thanks, old chap: much obliged.
Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing.
--And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was
over there in the ...
He looked around.
--Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?
--M'Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don't know who he is. Is that
his name?
He moved away, looking about him.
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