Mrs. Delane: I suppose it was Hyacinth Halvey gave it to you, now?
Fardy: It was so.
Sergeant: I suppose it was he robbed the church?
Fardy: (Sobs.) You will not believe me if I say it.
Mr. Quirke: O! the young vagabond! Let me get at him!
Mrs. Delane: Here he is himself now!
(Hyacinth comes in. Fardy releases himself and creeps behind him.)
Mrs. Delane: It is time you to come, Mr. Halvey, and shut the mouth of this young schemer.
Miss Joyce: I would like you to hear what he says of you, Mr. Halvey. Pitch and toss, he says.
Mr. Quirke: Robbery, he says.