Mr. Posket.
That’s true—it is hard, when the police are doing anything, that they should be obstructed.
Lugg enters.
Lugg.
[Attempting to conceal some annoyance.] Your necktie, sir.
Mr. Posket.
S-ssh!
Mr. Wormington.
[To himself.] Then he came without one—dear me!
Lugg.