“Why don’t you get your beer elsewhere then?”
“Why, it’s Edelhein put me in there to sell his stuff, an’ he’d never let me sell anythin’ else.”
“Then Edelhein is really the principal, and you are only put in to keep him out of sight?”
“That’s it”
“And you have put no money in yourself?”
“Divil a cent.”
“Then why doesn’t he pay the fine?”
“He says Oi have no business to be afther bein’ fined. As if any one sellin’ his beer could help bein’ fined!”
“How is that?” said Peter, inferring that selling poor beer was a finable offence, yet ignorant of the statute.
“Why yez see, sir, the b’ys don’t like that beer—an’ sensible they are—so they go to other places, an’ don’t come to my place.”