Sergeant: It is the nest-egg half-crown we hand round in the collection plate every Sunday morning. I know it by the dint on the Queen’s temples and the crooked scratch under her nose.
Mr. Quirke: (Examining it.) So there is, too.
Sergeant: This is a bad business. It has been stolen from the church.
All: O! O! O!
Sergeant: (Seizing Fardy.) You have robbed the church!
Fardy: (Terrified.) I tell you I never did!
Sergeant: I have the proof of it.
Fardy: Say what you like! I never put a foot in it!
Sergeant: How did you get this, so?