[Drinks it off. The Head in the coal hole sneezes, and the Sergeant shouts "God bless us!"
CONSTABLE
What's that?
MRS. COTTER
Oh, that's nothin'.
[Another sneeze and "God bless us!"
CONSTABLE
Well, if that nothin' isn't somethin', I'm dotin'.
[Opens door and Head and Sergeant fall out on the floor.
SERGEANT
'Tis all your fault with your blasted sneezin'.
HEAD
Now, maybe you'll believe that I've a cold.
SERGEANT Don't be botherin' me. I can't believe meself not to mind a liar like you.
HEAD (to the Constable, after he has got on his feet) Now, sir, what have you got to say for yourself? 'Twill be useless for you to deny that meself an' the Sergeant here (points to the Sergeant who is still on the floor) have caught you drinkin' on these licensed premises durin' your hours o' duty.