CHAPTER SIXTHE RAYS OF DAWN illuminated the hills of County Kerry. Drawn by the light, the mighty Atlantic wind surged shrieking into the mouth of the river Shannon propelling the blue of the ocean into the very heart of Ireland.
Inspector Sweeney meandered melancholically over the dunes, swinging his sand wedge through the weeds.
He was mulling things over, wondering why he was feeling nostalgic, feeling as though his soul were a prisoner of these grassy glens. Why couldn’t he appreciate the invigorating sea breeze? Had the leprechauns put an evil spell on him? Had he been bewitched by the magic potions distilled in green Erin?
Truth to tell, the inspector was losing hope. Soon after arriving the day before, he had gone to see his Irish counterpart, Inspector O’Leary. The chaps in Coun
