SERGEANT. What time did this telegram arrive, Mrs. Delane?
MRS. DELANE. I couldn"t be rightly sure, Sergeant. But sure it"s marked on it, unless the clock I have is gone wrong.
SERGEANT. It is marked on it. And I have the time I got it marked on my own watch.
MRS. DELANE. Well, now, I wonder none of the police would have followed you with it from the barracks--and they with so little to do----
SERGEANT. [_Looking in at_ QUIRKE"S _shop_.] Well, I am sorry to do what I have to do, but duty is duty.
[_He ransacks shop._ MRS. DELANE _looks on_. MR. QUIRKE _puts his head out of window_.
MR. QUIRKE. What is that going on inside? [_No answer._] Is there any one inside, I ask? [_No answer._] It must be that dog of Tannian"s--wait till I get at him.
MRS. DELANE. It is Sergeant Carden, Mr. Quirke. He would seem to be looking for something----
[MR. QUIRKE _appears in shop_. SERGEANT _comes out, makes another dive, taking up sacks, etc._
MR. QUIRKE. I"m greatly afraid I am just out of meat, Sergeant--and I"m sorry now to disoblige you, and you not being in the habit of dealing with me----
SERGEANT. I should think not, indeed.
MR. QUIRKE. Looking for a tender little bit of lamb, I suppose you are, for Mrs. Carden and the youngsters?
SERGEANT. I am not.
MR. QUIRKE. If I had it now, I"d be proud to offer it to you, and make no charge. I"ll be killing a good kid to-morrow. Mrs Carden might fancy a bit of it----
SERGEANT. I have had orders to search your establishment for unwholesome meat, and I am come here to do it.
MR. QUIRKE. [_Sitting down with a smile._] Is that so? Well, isn"t it a wonder the schemers does be in the world.
SERGEANT. It is not the first time there have been complaints.
MR. QUIRKE. I suppose not. Well, it is on their own head it will fall at the last!
SERGEANT. I have found nothing so far.
MR. QUIRKE. I suppose not, indeed. What is there you could find, and it not in it?
SERGEANT. Have you no meat at all upon the premises?
MR. QUIRKE. I have, indeed, a nice barrel of bacon.
SERGEANT. What way did it die?
MR. QUIRKE. It would be hard for me to say that. American it is. How would I know what way they do be killing the pigs out there? Machinery, I suppose, they have--steam-hammers----
SERGEANT. Is there nothing else here at all?
MR. QUIRKE. I give you my word, there is no meat, living or dead, in this place, but yourself and myself and that bird above in the cage.
SERGEANT. Well, I must tell the inspector I could find nothing. But mind yourself for the future.
MR. QUIRKE. Thank you, Sergeant. I will do that.
[_Enter_ FARDY. _He stops short._
SERGEANT. It was you delayed that message to me, I suppose? You"d best mend your ways or I"ll have something to say to you. [_Seizes and shakes him._
FARDY. That"s the way every one does be faulting me. [_Whimpers._
[_The_ SERGEANT _gives him another shake. A half-crown falls out of his pocket._
MISS JOYCE. [_Picking it up._] A half-a-crown! Where, now, did you get that much, Fardy?
FARDY. Where did I get it, is it?
MISS JOYCE. I"ll engage it was in no honest way you got it.
FARDY. I picked it up in the street----
MISS JOYCE. If you did, why didn"t you bring it to the sergeant or to his reverence?
MRS. DELANE. And some poor person, maybe, being at the loss of it.
MISS JOYCE. I"d best bring it to his reverence. Come with me, Fardy, till he will question you about it.
FARDY. It was not altogether in the street I found it----
MISS JOYCE. There, now! I knew you got it in no good way! Tell me, now.
FARDY. It was playing pitch and toss I won it----
MISS JOYCE. And who would play for half-crowns with the like of you, Fardy Farrell? Who was it, now?
FARDY. It was--a stranger----
MISS JOYCE. Do you hear that? A stranger! Did you see e"er a stranger in this town, Mrs. Delane, or Sergeant Carden, or Mr. Quirke?
MR. QUIRKE. Not a one.
SERGEANT. There was no stranger here.
MRS. DELANE. There could not be one here without me knowing it.
FARDY. I tell you there was.