Policeman. That is so.
Magistrate. Boycotting? Maiming of cattle? Firing into houses?
Policeman. There was one time, and there might be again.
Magistrate. That is bad. Does it go any farther than that?
Policeman. Far enough, indeed.
Magistrate. Homicide, then! This district has been shamefully neglected! I will change all that. When I was in the Andaman Islands, my system never failed. Yes, yes, I will change all that. What has that woman on her stall?
Policeman. Apples mostly—and sweets.
Magistrate. Just see if there are any unlicensed goods underneath—spirits or the like. We had evasions of the salt tax in the Andaman Islands.
Policeman [sniffing cautiously and upsetting a heap of apples]. I see no spirits here—or salt.
Magistrate [to Mrs. Tarpey]. Do you know this town well, my good woman?