[Pinning the paper on to the curtain.
Cis.
[Turning down the lamp, and watching Mr. Posket.] Hallo, Guv! hallo! You’re an old hand at this sort of game, are you?
Mr. Posket.
How dare you!
Cis.
[Taking Mr. Posket’s arm.] Now, then, don’t breathe.
Mr. Posket.
[Quite demoralised.] Cis! Cis! Wait a minute—wait a minute!
Cis.