Mrs. Fallon. Dead or alive, let you stop Kitty Keary, your wife, from bringing my man away with her to America!
Jack Smith. It is what I think, the wits are gone astray on the whole of you. What would my wife want bringing Bartley Fallon to America?
Mrs. Fallon. To leave yourself, and to get quit of you she wants, Jack Smith, and to bring him away from myself. That's what the two of them had settled together.
Jack Smith. I'll break the head of any man that says that! Who is it says it? [To Tim Casey.] Was it you said it? [To Shawn Early.] Was it you?
All together [backing and shaking their heads]. It wasn't I said it!
Jack Smith. Tell me the name of any man that said it!
All together [pointing to Bartley]. It was him that said it!
Jack Smith. Let me at him till I break his head! [Bartley backs in terror. Neighbors hold Jack Smith back.]
Jack Smith [trying to free himself]. Let me at him! Isn't he the pleasant sort of a scarecrow for any woman to be crossing the ocean with! It's back from the docks of New York he'd be turned [trying to rush at him again], with a lie in his mouth and treachery in his heart, and another man's wife by his side, and he passing her off as his own! Let me at him, can't you. [Makes another rush, but is held back.]
Magistrate [pointing to Jack Smith]. Policeman, put the handcuffs on this man. I see it all now. A case of false impersonation, a conspiracy to defeat the ends of justice. There was a case in the Andaman Islands, a murderer of the Mopsa tribe, a religious enthusiast—