―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?