#140 The coroner’s sunlit ears, big and hairy.

#140 The coroner’s sunlit ears, big and hairy.

—In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said. —But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life. Martin Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back. —The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added. —Temporary...
#137 Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening

#137 Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening

His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power’s goodlooking face. Greyish over the ears. Madame: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way. Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they...