MR. QUIRKE. In the ditch! The best hiding-place in the town.
HYACINTH. I never thought it would bring such great trouble upon you. You can't say, anyway, I did not tell you.
MR. QUIRKE. You, yourself, that brought it away and that hid it! I suppose it was coming in the train you got information about the message to the police.
HYACINTH. What now do you say to me?
MR. QUIRKE. Say! I say I am as glad to hear what you said as if it was the Lord telling me I'd be in heaven this minute.
HYACINTH. What are you going to do to me?
MR. QUIRKE. Do, is it? [Grasps his hand.] Any earthly thing you would wish me to do, I will do it.
HYACINTH. I suppose you will tell——
MR. QUIRKE. Tell! It's I that will tell when all is quiet. It is I will give you the good name through the town!
HYACINTH. I don't well understand.