I was sent across to Clery's

"Which of you had the twins?"

From 'The Gates Flew Open' by Peadar O'Donnell (Jonathan Cape, 1932).

Paudeen O'Keeffe was a restless little man with a fine pair of eyes and a waspish tongue. He came to us first in civils and was rather accepted as part of the queer trappings in the early jail days. I don't remember him figuring in anything in 'D' wing and indeed I didn't give him any special attention in the early days in 'C'. I first noticed him the night we decided to parade all our men for count. We had got fed up keeping two men hidden for it meant considerable inconvenience. Paudeen that night came in smartly as usual- he was now wearing the uniform of a captain in the Free State Army; he counted quickly, jotted down the number and hung on his stride; two men too many was nothing serious and he probably felt he had just counted an extra file. But he went back and counted again, this time more slowly; a third time he counted, saying the numbers out loud and then he wheeled around and faced Cooney. They were rather a contrast, for Paudeen O'Keeffe is about five feet seven inches and Andy Cooney must be six foot one. 'Jasus, Cooney', Paudeen explained, 'Which of you had the twins?'

continuing from previous blogs, Padraig O Caoimh (POK) in conversation with Richard Mulcahy (RM) in 1964 (my edits).

POK: Sean Hayes came into me, late in the evening (Easter Sunday), about five or six o'clock and he said 'what are you going to do?' and I said 'I don't know what the hell I'm going to do to tell you the God's honest truth. I don't know what to do because they are divided. We have no bloody ammunition but we have arms.' So, in any case, we rambled down and near Stephen's Green there was a lot of shooting and we came back in to see Cait again and we had a discussion there where to go. In any case we decided to go to the Post Office and Sean and I went down to the bloody Post Office with our two guns. He was kept in the Post Office and I was sent across to Clery's (the Imperial Hotel).