Carve. I didn't know the address.
[33]Pascoe. Ever heard of the London Directory? You'd better run out and wire instantly. You don't seem to realize that the death of a man like Ilam Carve will make something of a stir in the world. And you may depend on it that whether they'd quarrelled or not, Cyrus Carve will want to know why he wasn't informed of the illness at once. You've let yourself in for a fine row, and well you deserve it.
Carve. (After a few paces.) See here, doctor. I'm afraid there's been some mistake. (Facing him nervously.)
Pascoe. What?
Carve. I—I——
(Bell rings.)
Pascoe. (Firmly.) Listen to me, my man. There's been no sort of mistake. Everything has been done that could be done. Don't you get ideas into your head. Lie down and rest. You're done up, and if you aren't careful you'll be ill. I'll communicate with Cyrus Carve. I can telephone, and while I'm about it I'll ring up the registrar too—he'll probably send a clerk round.
Carve. Registrar?
Pascoe. Registrar of deaths. There'll be all kinds of things to attend to. (Moving to go out.)
(Bell rings again.)