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?