Ralph: Take care might he be nearer than what you think!
(He points at Simon. All look at him.)
Staffy: Sure enough it is with himself only we found him on the hearth this morning.
Delia: He hasn't hardly the intellect to be the thief.
Simon: I tell you I never since the day I was born could be charged with the weight of a brass pin!
Staffy: It is to Damer, my fine boy, you will have to make out your case.
Simon: So I will make it out. Where now is Damer?
Staffy: He is gone down the road, where he brought away Jubair the dog.
Simon: What are you saying? The dog gone is it? (Goes to door.)
Ralph: (Taking hold of him.) What makes you go out in such a hurry?
Simon: What is that to you?