Mr. Quirke: Hyacinth Halvey! The best man that ever came into this town!
Miss Joyce: Well, what lies he has!
Mr. Quirke: It’s my belief the half-crown is a bad one. May be it’s to pass it off it was given to him. There were tinkers in the town at the time of the fair. Give it here to me. (Bites it.) No, indeed, it’s sound enough. Here, Sergeant, it’s best for you take it.
(Gives it to Sergeant, who examines it.)
Sergeant: Can it be? Can it be what I think it to be?
Mr. Quirke: What is it? What do you take it to be?
Sergeant: It is, it is. I know it. I know this half-crown——
Mr. Quirke: That is a queer thing, now.
Sergeant: I know it well. I have been handling it in the church for the last twelvemonth——
Mr. Quirke: Is that so?