Page 291 (12.414-449) "And he starts... saith the Lord."

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fdv: "X perused the missive of the avenger, Rambold the hand of the law. No Man of Guilt may scape him. Dread is his Ire.
-- O, Christ MacKeon, says he, will you listen to this.
-- He read:
7 Hunter street Liverpool To the Sheriff of Dublin Dublin
Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case. i hanged Joe Gann in Holloway jale on the 12th of february 1900 and i hanged...
-- O, God! says Z, peering over.
-- ...Arthur Chace for the murder of Jessie Tilsit in Dartmoor prison and I was assistant when...
-- God Almighty!
-- ...Billington hanged the awful murderer J. Smith...
Z made a grab at it.
-- Wait, says X, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five guinees.
H. Rambold barber
-- And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too. Look at the dirty scrawl of the...
-- O, put them away to hell out of that, says X. Here take them out of my sight.
Alf stuck them all back in his pocket." [X and Z's parts are given to Nameless, Hynes, and the citizen]


And he starts reading out one.

7, Hunter Street,
Liverpool.

To the High Sheriff of Dublin,
Dublin.

Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged...



— Show us, Joe, says I.



— ...private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when...



— Jesus, says I.



— ...Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith...



The citizen made a grab at the letter.



— Hold hard, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnese.

H. Rumbold,

Master Barber.

about $700 now


— And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.



— And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf. Hello, Bloom, says he, what will you have?

Hynes owes him 3s but offers just a drink


So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.



— Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.



And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a black border round it.



— They're all barbers, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.



And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull.



In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. Their deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord.

fdv: "-- They're all barbers from the black country. One chap sent in a mourning card with a black border on it. Five guineas is the fee but they make a good bit cutting up the rope in bits and selling it. Do you not believe me? That's a fact. They do, faith.
In the dark Regions they bide: the vengeful Knights of the Razor. Their deadly Coil they grasp: yea, and therein lead to Erebus whomsoever hath done a deed of blood for I will in nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord."

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