Judge comyn settled himself comfortably into the corner seat of his first class compartment, unfolded his day's copy of the Irish Times, glanced at the headlines, and laid it on his lap.
There would be plenty of time for the newspaper during the slow four hour journey down to Tralee. He gazed idly out of the window at the bustle of Kings bridge station in the last minute before the departure of the Dublin Tralee locomotive which would haul him sedately to his duties in the principal township of county Kerry.
He hoped vaguely he would have the compartment to himself so that he could deal with his paperwork.