SERGEANT. Well, I must tell the inspector I could find nothing. But mind yourself for the future.
MR. QUIRKE. Thank you, Sergeant. I will do that.
[Enter Fardy. He stops short.
SERGEANT. It was you delayed that message to me, I suppose? You'd best mend your ways or I'll have something to say to you.
[Seizes and shakes him.
FARDY. That's the way every one does be faulting me.
[Whimpers.
[The Sergeant gives him another shake. A half-crown falls out of his pocket.
MISS JOYCE. [Picking it up.] A half-a-crown! Where, now, did you get that much, Fardy?
FARDY. Where did I get it, is it?