CONSTABLE An' what about me catchin' the pair o' ye hidin' in the coal hole o' the same licensed premises, an' a strong smell o' whiskey from ye?
HEAD
'Tis from yourself that, you smells the whiskey.
CONSTABLE (takes an onion from his pocket, peels it, and
eats it slowly)
I defy you or any one else to find the smell o' whiskey
from me.
HEAD (to the Sergeant)
Well, don't that beat Banagher?
SERGEANT
The Devil himself couldn't do better.
CONSTABLE Well, gentlemen, I'm sorry for troublin' ye, but duty is duty. I'll now place ye under arrest an' send for the Inspector.
HEAD (in a rage) No more o' this nonsense! You'll pay for this night's work, believe me.
CONSTABLE (smiling) I'll pay for a drink for both o' ye for the sake of old times, an' the less said about this night's work the better. (All remain silent for a short time) Well, are ye goin' to have the drink?
SERGEANT (to Head) We might as well take it, for 'tis the first time he ever offered to stand, an' it may be the last.
HEAD (after much consideration)
Very well, then, I'll have a drop o' the best.