PERKINS: (Coming down out of vestibule to BROOKY.) Now listen, I told you that I had inside information that the EEL and GOLDIE were to be released, that's why I hustled you over here. I could have come alone, but I let you in on a big scoop for your paper.
BROOKY: Righto, old chap, righto; but what bothers me is, what's it all about?
PERKINS: It's about time you got next to yourself.
BROOKY: Another impossible metaphor, my dear fellow; how can one get next to one's self without being twins?
PERKINS: Brooky, Englishmen as a rule are thick, but you are a density of thickness that is impenetrable.
BROOKY: Yes, I know I am a rare sort.
PERKINS: Now, we haven't time to argue a lot of piffle. The girl isn't in yet, there's no answer to my ring, so let's stroll around and come back later. (Exit R.)
BROOKY: (Not seeing that PERKINS has gone.) Righto! old man, we'll stroll, for if there's anything that I like, its having a nice little—(Seeing that PERKINS is gone.) Perkins! you said stroll. Don't run, don't run, it's so damned undignified. (Exit R.) (Enter L., O'MARA dressed in citizen's clothes. He looks at number on house then motions off for TOM to come on. TOM comes on L., they go up into vestibule and look for names on bells. Enter Officer FLYNN, stealthily.)
FLYNN: Come on, now, you don't live there, I've had my eye on you for five minutes.
O'MARA: (Coming down from vestibule to FLYNN.) Well, keep your eye on something else, if you know what's good for you. (Takes badge out of pocket.)