Cis.
It must be the mater—I’m off!
[He picks up his boots and goes out quickly.
Beatie.
[Following him with the paper and inkstand.] Cis! Cis! You haven’t finished the promise! You haven’t finished the promise!
Lugg.
[Heard outside.] All right, sir—I’ve got you—I’ve got you.
[Popham opens the door.
Popham.
The master and a policeman! [Lugg enters supporting Mr. Posket who sinks into an armchair with a groan.] Oh, what’s the matter?