Policeman B: I think this would be a good place to put up a notice. (He points to barrel.)
Policeman X: Better ask him. (Calls to Sergt.) Will this be a good place for a placard?
(No answer.)
Policeman B: Will we put up a notice here on the barrel? (No answer.)
Sergeant: There’s a flight of steps here that leads to the water. This is a place that should be minded well. If he got down here, his friends might have a boat to meet him; they might send it in here from outside.
Policeman B: Would the barrel be a good place to put a notice up?
Sergeant: It might; you can put it there.
Sergeant: (Reading it.) Dark hair—dark eyes, smooth face, height five feet five—there’s not much to take hold of in that—It’s a pity I had no chance of seeing him before he broke out of gaol. They say he’s a wonder, that it’s he makes all the plans for the whole organization. There isn’t another man in Ireland would have broken gaol the way he did. He must have some friends among the gaolers.
Policeman B: A hundred pounds is little enough for the Government to offer for him. You may be sure any man in the force that takes him will get promotion.