Devenish (clasping his head). Wait. (Rising and moving up to L. of Tremayne.) Let me think. (After a pause.) Have you ever met a man called Baxter?
Tremayne. No.
Devenish. Would you like to?
Tremayne (grimly). Very much indeed.
Devenish. He's the man I told you about who's interested in Robinsons. He'll be delighted to meet you. (With a nervous laugh.) Funny thing, he's rather an authority on lions. You must show him that scar of yours; it will intrigue him immensely. (Earnestly.) Don't shake hands with him too heartily just at first; it might put him off the whole thing.
Tremayne. This Mr. Baxter seems to be a curious man.
Devenish (absently). Yes, he is rather odd. (Looking at his watch.) I wonder if I–(To Tremayne.) I suppose you won't be— (He stops suddenly. A slight tapping noise comes from the room where they keep umbrellas.)
Tremayne. What's that!
(The tapping noise is repeated, a little more loudly this time. Devenish moves to end of table.)
Devenish. Come in.