SERGEANT HEALY Bedad, 'tis hard to tell. Sometimes I think 'tis poteen, and sometimes I think it isn't. But whatever it is, it isn't so good as the stuff me poor father used to brew. Maybe the constable could tell us. He comes from Castletownballymacreedy, where they make the best poteen in Ireland.
[Hands a glassful to the constable.
CONSTABLE O'RYAN (after drinking) There's not a shadow of a doubt about it being poteen, your Worship, and as fine a drop as I have tasted for many a long day.
MR. O'CROWLEY
Are you satisfied now, Mr. Cassidy?
MR. CASSIDY I think it would be as well to have the opinion of some one else.
MR. O'CROWLEY Constable McCarthy, let you take a toothful out of that decanter and tell us what it is.
CONSTABLE MCCARTHY Though I am a League of the Cross man, I suppose as a matter of duty I must break me pledge.
[Pours out a glassful and drinks.
MR. O'CROWLEY
Well, what is it?
CONSTABLE MCCARTHY
Poteen, your Worship.