_Fardy:_ It’s likely the Sergeant would think worse of it—Anyway, if you want to rob one, it’s the Protestant church is the handiest. _Hyacinth:_ (_Getting up._) Show me what way to do it? _Fardy:_ (_Pointing._) I was going around it a few minutes ago, to see might there be e’er a dog scenting the sheep, and I noticed the window being out. _Hyacinth:_ Out, out and out? _Fardy:_ It was, where they are putting coloured glass in it for the distiller—— _Hyacinth:_ What good does that do me? _Fardy:_ Every good. You could go in by that window if you had some person to give you a hoist. Whatever riches there is to get in it then, you’ll get them. _Hyacinth:_ I don’t want riches. I’ll give you all I will find if you will come and hoist me. _Fardy:_ Here is Miss Joyce coming to bring you to your lodging. Sure I brought your bag to it, the time you were away with the sheep—— _Hyacinth:_ Run! Run! (_They go off. Enter Miss Joyce._) _Miss Joyce:_ Are you here, Mrs. Delane? Where, can you tell me, is Mr. Halvey? _Mrs. Delane:_ (_Coming out dressed._) It’s likely he is gone on to the Courthouse. Did you hear he is to be in the chair and to make an address to the meeting? _Miss Joyce:_ He is getting on fast. His Reverence says he will be a good help in the parish. Who would think, now, there would be such a godly young man in a little place like Carrow! (_Enter Sergeant in a hurry, with telegram._) _Sergeant:_ What time did this telegram arrive, Mrs. Delane? _Mrs. Delane:_ I couldn’t be rightly sure, Sergeant. But sure it’s marked on it, unless the clock I have is gone wrong. _Sergeant:_ It is marked on it. And I have the time I got it marked on my own watch. _Mrs. Delane:_ Well, now, I wonder none of the police would have followed you with it from the barracks—and they with so little to do—— _Sergeant:_ (_Looking in at Quirke’s shop._) Well, I am sorry to do what I have to do, but duty is duty. (_He ransacks shop. Mrs. Delane looks on. Mr. Quirke puts his head out of window._) _Mr. Quirke:_ What is that going on inside? (_No answer._) Is there any one inside, I ask? (_No answer._) It must be that dog of Tannian’s—wait till I get at him. _Mrs. Delane:_ It is Sergeant Carden, Mr. Quirke. He would seem to be looking for something—— (_Mr. Quirke appears in shop. Sergeant comes out, makes another dive, taking up sacks, etc._) _Mr. Quirke:_ I’m greatly afraid I am just out of meat, Sergeant—and I’m sorry now to disoblige you, and you not being in the habit of dealing with me—— _Sergeant:_ I should think not, indeed. _Mr. Quirke:_ Looking for a tender little bit of lamb, I suppose you are, for Mrs. Carden and the youngsters? _Sergeant:_ I am not. _Mr. Quirke:_ If I had it now, I’d be proud to offer it to you, and make no charge. I’ll be killing a good kid to-morrow. Mrs. Carden might fancy a bit of it—— _Sergeant:_ I have had orders to search your establishment for unwholesome meat, and I am come here to do it.