SERGEANT. Bring me to him.
FARDY. He'll be coming here.
SERGEANT. Tell me the truth and it will be better for you.
FARDY. [Weeping.] Let me go and I will.
SERGEANT. [Letting go.] Now—who did you get it from?
FARDY. From that young chap came to-day, Mr. Halvey.
ALL. Mr. Halvey!
MR. QUIRKE. [Indignantly.] What are you saying, you young ruffian, you? Hyacinth Halvey to be playing pitch and toss with the like of you!
FARDY. I didn't say that.
MISS JOYCE. You did say it. You said it now.