[Quietly.] The police are downstairs at the door. I told you so.
Charlotte.
[Clinging to Vale.] Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
Agatha Posket.
Gracious powers!
Blond.
Keep quiet, please. They may be satisfied with Madame Blond’s assurances. I must put you in darkness; they can see the light here if they go round to the back.
[Blows out candles, and turns down the other lights.
Agatha Posket and Charlotte.
Oh!