MISS JOHNS. Yes, but—er—— (She is obviously uncomfortable.)
BROXOPP. But they don’t want an interview with The Great Chillingham? (With utter confidence) They will, Miss Johns, they will.
MISS JOHNS (enthusiastically). Oh, I’m sure they will.
BROXOPP (suddenly). How’s your brother?
MISS JOHNS (very much flattered). Oh, do you remember him? How wonderful you are!
BROXOPP (struggling with his memories). Yes—I remember. He had some invention—what was it?—a Chicken Food, wasn’t it?
MISS JOHNS. Yes, that was it. Fancy you remembering!
BROXOPP. Oh, I have a wonderful memory. My wife would tell you. (Garrulously) Yes, I remember your telling me about this food which he had invented. You wanted me to take it up. I said—now, what was it I said?—I said——
JACK (looking up alertly). What’s happened to that Chicken Food?
MISS JOHNS. Er—nothing. He hadn’t the money—he didn’t know how——