the keanes of hay
Standing back here, admiring the work being done by GC and Clive, wondering how we could assist in the endeavour.
I had lunch yesterday with John B, a retired NSW policeman who was part of the great Terania Creek drug bust and who counted Roger Rogerson as one of his most skilled instructors. John B has looked at the holes in the end of a shotgun barrel, pointed at him by a villain who could run no further.
John B is abreast of the Tamam Shud mystery; we discuss developments every week, in particular the work being done by GC and Clive. Those boys dig for information as greedily as a gold miner does for a nugget.
We were talking about the Keane name-labels; one on a white tie, another on a singlet and one on a laundry bag. John B agreed that they might have been second-hand clothing items sold or distributed in one of the internee camps.
From what we’ve learnt the internees only arrived from Europe and the UK with one (leather) suitcase each and over the course of a two to four year internment they would need replacement clobber.
‘Fair enough, said I, ‘but three Keane name-labels in the one bin. How is that likely?’
John B is a cagey fellow, when he’s got an idea he doesn’t let on too quick, being an ex-cop he likes to listen. But yesterday he had a glint in his big blue eyes.
‘What if there was a Keane family in town,’ he said, ‘and they gave the St. Vincent de Paul Society a bag of clothing to be taken to the camp?’
Phillip James KEANE b: 1878 in HAY. NSW
‘Then,’ he said, ‘look for an organisation in town that requires the men to wear a white tie on their special occasions.