”My God! What happened to you?” the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in
on a crutch, one arm in a cast.
”I got in a tiff with Riley.”
”Riley? He’s just a wee fellow,” the barkeep said, surprised. ”He must have
had something in his hand.”
��that he did,” Kelly said. ”A shovel it was.”
”Dear Lord. Didn’t you have anything in your hand?”
”Aye, that I did — Mrs. Riley’s tit.” Kelly said. ”And a beautiful thing
it was, but not much use in a fight.”