(Re-enter Carve quickly.)
Carve. I say, here's a curate pushed himself in at the front door!
(Re-enter Janet, L.)
Janet. No, he's come in at the back.
Carve. But I tell you he's here!
(Enter James Shawn, L. Then enter John Shawn, R. Pause.)
James. Now let me entreat everybody to remain perfectly calm.
Janet. Oh, don't worry about that. Nothing startles us now. A few curates more or less....
Carve. (Sinking into chair.) I suppose this is the very newest journalism. Would you mind me asking a question?
James. What is it?