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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Also available by Conor Brady
  3. Dedication
  4. Introduction and Acknowledgements
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46

He had given the go-ahead for the construction of a palatial residence at Drumcondra to replace the four-storey Georgian house on Rutland Square, which his predecessors had found adequate as a base from which to direct their flock. Scores of acres of land were being bought up by the Catholic Church close to the location of the new episcopal palace. There would be colleges, seminaries and training centres for priests and teachers. And it was common knowledge that he was seeking a site upon which to construct a new cathedral that would put the city’s two Protestant cathedrals, Christ Church and St Patrick’s, in the shade.

Swallow sat opposite Mallon’s desk in the Lower Yard office.

‘I understand that, chief. What does Commissioner Harrel say?’

Mallon picked up the minute. He grinned mirthlessly.

‘He’s had a strong note from the archbishop. Willie claims that any Crown officer questioning one of his priests is acting outside the law. And he’s outraged that the slightest suspicion should be attached by “low-ranking detectives from Dublin Castle” to one of God’s anointed ministers. Scandal and innuendo. You can imagine the rest. So tell me, Swallow, what were you doing interviewing this Father Cavendish?’

Swallow recounted his interview with the dead girl’s brother and his suspicions about the priest.

‘You might have told me you were going to interview him under caution,’ Mallon grumbled.

‘Actually, I did tell you I was going to interview a suspect, chief,’ Swallow answered. ‘But I must have forgotten to say who it was.’

Mallon’s eyes narrowed.

‘You mean you didn’t tell me because you thought it better I didn’t know.’

‘Ah, you’ve enough on your mind, chief. So how are you going to reply?’

‘I know what I’d like to say, but first I’d like to hear what you have to tell me. At all events, I need a full briefing on the investigation.’

‘There isn’t much progress, I’m afraid. No new witnesses. Nothing coming in from the usual informants around the city. The footprints at the scene show a size nine shoe or boot. No nails or studs, so probably a city dweller. We’ve interviewed her employer at the New Vienna. The German fellow, Werner. Can’t say I warmed to him. He says she had become troublesome at work, but there doesn’t seem to have been anything that could have led to violence. The investigating team is interviewing the employees one by one, of course.’

He flicked to the next page of his notebook.