Sergeant: Bring me to him.
Fardy: He’ll be coming here.
Sergeant: Tell me the truth and it will be better for you.
Fardy: (Weeping.) Let me go and I will.
Sergeant: (Letting go.) Now—who did you get it from?
Fardy: From that young chap came to-day, Mr. Halvey.
All: Mr. Halvey!
Mr. Quirke: (Indignantly.) What are you saying, you young ruffian you? Hyacinth Halvey to be playing pitch and toss with the like of you!
Fardy: I didn’t say that.
Miss Joyce: You did say it. You said it now.