As the printing press roared its triumphant song, the relieved editor joined his cheering staff as the first edition of the Irish Independent was born

In a room on the first floor overlooking the deserted street a man walked up and down with quick, nervous strides...he was a big man, powerfully built and broad-shouldered, with a round fresh-complexioned face.

Suddenly, without warning, there came from below him the sound of machinery being put in motion. The firstly clanking sounds, rising through two floors, settled down to a steady hum which grew rapidly in volume.

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