Darkened Deathchamber

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.
(James Joyce)