MRS. DELANE. Indeed, you always treat the neighbors very decent, Mr. Quirke, not asking them to buy from you.
MR. QUIRKE. Just one article. [Turns to rack.] That sheep I brought in last night. It was for a charity, indeed, I bought it from the widow woman at Kiltartan Cross. Where would the poor make a profit out of their dead meat without me? Where now is it? Well, now, I could have swore that that sheep was hanging there on the rack when I went in——
MRS. DELANE. You must have put it in some other place.
MR. QUIRKE. [Going in and searching and coming out.] I did not; there is no other place for me to put it. Is it gone blind I am, or is it not in it, it is?
MRS. DELANE. It's not there now, anyway.
MR. QUIRKE. Didn't you take notice of it there, yourself, this morning?
MRS. DELANE. I have it in my mind that I did; but it's not there now.
MR. QUIRKE. There was no one here could bring it away?
MRS. DELANE. Is it me, myself, you suspect of taking it, James Quirke?
MR. QUIRKE. Where is it at all? It is certain it was not of itself it walked away. It was dead, and very dead, the time I bought it.