Monday, August 11, 2014

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— Look at here, he said, turning. The New York World cabled for a special. Remember that time?

purchased by Pulitzer 1883

Professor MacHugh nodded.

New York World, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat. Where it took place. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean, Joe Brady and the rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see?

on p126 Crawford had just fetched the "straw hat awry on his brow"

(when and how could Gallaher have gotten advance info on the getaway route?)

— Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that cabman's shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me. You know Holohan?

68?yo corporate watchman in 1901

— Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.

— And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for the corporation. A night watchman.

Stephen turned in surprise.

— Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is he?

— Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius Gallaher do? I'll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away. Have you Weekly Freeman of 17 March? Right. Have you got that?

Crawford randomly picks St Patrick's day as an example, the year would have been 1882 or maybe 1883, the New York paper might have kept a full archive of Dublin papers, but it would have been a few days behind (transoceanic delivery).  Gallaher's trick would have worked better if he chose the most recent issue of the World they had in Dublin.

He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.

— Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee let us say. Have you got that? Right.


"let us say" (so this example is purely hypothetical and the details are all false)

The telephone whirred.


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— I'll answer it, the professor said going.

— B is parkgate. Good.

Gallaher would have to specify which B, so this system would have been superclumsy

His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.

— T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon gate.

(has JAJ hidden anything in these letter-choices, BTCKFABPX?)

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.

the 'flapping dickey' was a vaudeville cliche

— 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. 



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