(Exit Cyrus, L.)
I think I'd prefer to leave you to yourselves now. Of course, Mr. Carve will do all that's necessary. You might give him my card, and tell him I'm at his service as regards signing the death certificate and so on. (Handing card.)
Carve. (Taking card perfunctorily.) Very well. Then you're going?
[36]Pascoe. Yes. (Moves away and then suddenly puts out his hand, which Carve takes.) Want a word of advice?
Carve. I—I ought——
Pascoe. If I were you I should try to get something better than valeting. It's not your line. You may have suited Ilam Carve, but you'd never suit an ordinary employer. You aren't a fool—not by any means.
(Carve shrugs his shoulders.)
(Exit Pascoe, L. Door shuts off.)
(Re-enter Cyrus immediately after the door shuts.)
Carve. (To himself.) Now for it! (To Cyrus). Well?