Cotter with glasses_.
HEAD
I saw be the papers last night that the Royal Irish
Constabulary are the finest in the world.
SERGEANT
Sure every one knows that!
HEAD
I wonder what kind are all the others?
SERGEANT
That's what I'd like to know.
MRS. COTTER (_at door_)
Will I bring them up to the sittin'-room, gentlemen?
HEAD
We're first class as we are, ma'am.
[_Mrs. Cotter hands the glasses and a loud knock is
heard at the door_.
MRS. COTTER
Who's there?
VOICE
Police!
HEAD
'Tis the constable!
SERGEANT
The bla'gard surely!
HEAD
What'll we do?
SERGEANT
Take the drinks first, an' consider after.
[_They finish drinks and hand back the glasses to Mrs.
Cotter_.
HEAD
I suppose we had better hide in the coal hole. He has
a better nose than yourself, an' one word from him to
the Inspector would soon deprive us o' both stripes
an' pensions.
SERGEANT
I suppose the coal hole is the best place, though it
does offend me dignity to go there.
HEAD
Wisha, bad luck to you an' ye'r dignity. Come on
here!
[_The Head enters, and the Sergeant follows. Mrs. Cotter
opens the street door and the Constable enters._
CONSTABLE (_sarcastically_)
Thanks very much for openin' the door, ma'am.
MRS. COTTER
I'm sorry for keepin' you waitin', Constable.
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