Oh, murder!
INGOLDSBY (staring about the room, notices the Philippine chair with its back turned to the front)
There’s somebody sitting in that chair! (He starts toward it angrily, but is checked by a suppressed scream from Mrs. Briggs.)
MRS. BRIGGS
Don’t! I’d much rather never know who it is. (Rising.) Let’s get away! (She totters.)
INGOLDSBY (undecided, but very angry)
We ought to know who’s spying on us like this.
MRS. BRIGGS (clutching at him)
Oh!
THE MYSTERIOUS VOICE (indignantly)