The Crozier and the Pen

―His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray said gravely.

They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish.

Neck.

A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a word.

― Freeman !

Mr Bloom said slowly:

―Well, he is one of our saviours also.

A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he passed in through the sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the now reverberating boards.

But will he save the circulation?

Thumping, thumping.

He pushed in the