HEAD (scratching his head) What the blazes will I do? (Looking towards coal hole) Whist! I'm saved. I'll go in here until he's gone. (Goes in and puts out his head) You can open now, but get rid of him as soon as you can.
[Exit Mrs. Cotter. Enter the Sergeant.
SERGEANT
So you opened at last. Well, better late than never!
MRS. COTTER I'm sorry for keepin' you waitin', Sergeant. I don't open the door for any one on Sunday nights, an' whin you said "Police," I thought it was one o' the boys tryin' to desaive me.
SERGEANT I see! I see! There's a lot o' desaitful people in the town, ma'am.
MRS. COTTER
There are, Sergeant.
SERGEANT There are indeed. (Coughs) I'm sick an' tired o' the place altogether.
MRS. COTTER I thought it agreed with you. You're lookin' very well, anyway.
SERGEANT I'm not feelin' well at all thin. (Coughs) There's nothin' more deceptive than looks at times. (Coughs)
MRS. COTTER
True.