CHRISTY.
Of course I do. (Implying that Swindon must be an ass not to know it.)
SWINDON.
Is he here?
CHRISTY.
(staring round). I don’t know.
SWINDON.
Do you see him?
CHRISTY.
No.
SWINDON.
You seem to know the prisoner?
CHRISTY.
Do you mean Dick?
SWINDON.
Which is Dick?
CHRISTY.
(pointing to Richard). Him.
SWINDON.
What is his name?