The Accountant General rushes in, looking ghastly. He staggers to the middle of the table.
BURGE-LUBIN. Whats the matter? Are you ill?
BARNABAS [choking] No. I—[he collapses into the middle chair]. I must speak to you in private.
Confucius calmly withdraws.
BURGE-LUBIN. What on earth is it? Have some oxygen.
BARNABAS. I have had some. Go to the Record Office. You will see men fainting there again and again, and being revived with oxygen, as I have been. They have seen with their own eyes as I have.
BURGE-LUBIN. Seen what?
BARNABAS. Seen the Archbishop of York.
BURGE-LUBIN. Well, why shouldn't they see the Archbishop of York? What are they fainting for? Has he been murdered?
BARNABAS. No: he has been drowned.