SERGEANT. It is not the first time there have been complaints.
MR. QUIRKE. I suppose not. Well, it is on their own head it will fall at the last!
SERGEANT. I have found nothing so far.
MR. QUIRKE. I suppose not, indeed. What is there you could find, and it not in it?
SERGEANT. Have you no meat at all upon the premises?
MR. QUIRKE. I have, indeed, a nice barrel of bacon.
SERGEANT. What way did it die?
MR. QUIRKE. It would be hard for me to say that. American it is. How would I know what way they do be killing the pigs out there? Machinery, I suppose, they have—steam-hammers——
SERGEANT. Is there nothing else here at all?
MR. QUIRKE. I give you my word, there is no meat, living or dead, in this place, but yourself and myself and that bird above in the cage.