Ward: The police along with them....
Cooney: Is the whole of this district turned into a trap?
Ward: It is what they are thinking, that the stranger was made away with for his gold!
Cooney: And if he was, as sure as you are living, it was done by that blackguard there!
(Points at Nestor.)
Ward: If he is not found they will arrest all they see upon the premises....
Cooney: It is best for me to quit this.
(Goes to door.)
Ward: Here they are at the door. Sergeant Carden along with them. Hide yourself, Mr. Nestor, if you’ve anyway to do it at all.
(Sounds of feet and talking and knock at the door. Cooney hides under counter. Nestor lies down on top of bench, spreads his newspaper over him. Mrs. Broderick goes behind counter.)