(The door opens and Baxter comes in nervously, holding his bowler hat in his hand. He moves towards the swing doors.)
Baxter (apologetically). Oh, I just–(Tremayne stands up) –I just–(He goes back again.)
Devenish (springing across the room). Baxter!
(The door opens nervously again and Baxter's head appears round it.)
Come in, Baxter, old man; you're just the very person I wanted.
(Baxter comes in carefully. Devenish closes the door.)
Good man. (To Tremayne, taking Baxter down R., and placing his arm round his shoulders.) This is Mr. Baxter that I was telling you about.
(Baxter removes Devenish's arm from his shoulders.)
Tremayne (moving up to Baxter and much relieved at the appearance of his rival). Oh, is this Mr. Baxter? (Holding out his hand with great friendliness.) How are you, Mr. Baxter?
Devenish (warningly). Steady!