_Bartley:_ That is a very unneighbourly thing for you to do, Mrs. Tarpey. Hadn’t I enough care on me with that fork before this, running up and down with it like the swinging of a clock, and afeard to lay it down in any place! I wish I never touched it or meddled with it at all! _James Ryan:_ It is a pity, indeed, you ever did. _Bartley:_ Will you yourself take it, James Ryan? You were always a neighbourly man. _James Ryan:_ (_Backing._) There is many a thing I would do for you, Bartley Fallon, but I won’t do that! _Shawn Early:_ I tell you there is no man will give you any help or any encouragement for this day’s work. If it was something agrarian now—— _Bartley:_ If no one at all will take it, maybe it’s best to give it up to the police. _Tim Casey:_ There’d be a welcome for it with them surely! (_Laughter._) _Mrs. Tully:_ And it is to the police Kitty Keary herself will be brought. _Mrs. Tarpey:_ (_Rocking to and fro._) I wonder now who will take the expense of the wake for poor Jack Smith? _Bartley:_ The wake for Jack Smith! _Tim Casey:_ Why wouldn’t he get a wake as well as another? Would you begrudge him that much? _Bartley:_ Red Jack Smith dead! Who was telling you? _Shawn Early:_ The whole town knows of it by this. _Bartley:_ Do they say what way did he die? _James Ryan:_ You don’t know that yourself, I suppose, Bartley Fallon? You don’t know he was followed and that he was laid dead with the stab of a hayfork? _Bartley:_ The stab of a hayfork! _Shawn Early:_ You don’t know, I suppose, that the body was found in the Five Acre Meadow? _Bartley:_ The Five Acre Meadow! _Tim Casey:_ It is likely you don’t know that the police are after the man that did it? _Bartley:_ The man that did it! _Mrs. Tully:_ You don’t know, maybe, that he was made away with for the sake of Kitty Keary, his wife? _Bartley:_ Kitty Keary, his wife! (_Sits down bewildered._) _Mrs. Tully:_ And what have you to say now, Bartley Fallon? _Bartley:_ (_Crossing himself._) I to bring that fork here, and to find that news before me! It is much if I can ever stir from this place at all, or reach as far as the road! _Tim Casey:_ Look, boys, at the new magistrate, and Jo Muldoon along with him! It’s best for us to quit this. _Shawn Early:_ That is so. It is best not to be mixed in this business at all. _James Ryan:_ Bad as he is, I wouldn’t like to be an informer against any man. (_All hurry away except Mrs. Tarpey, who remains behind her stall. Enter magistrate and policeman._) _Magistrate:_ I knew the district was in a bad state, but I did not expect to be confronted with a murder at the first fair I came to. _Policeman:_ I am sure you did not, indeed. _Magistrate:_ It was well I had not gone home. I caught a few words here and there that roused my suspicions. _Policeman:_ So they would, too. _Magistrate:_ You heard the same story from everyone you asked?