Jack. Good lord! It drinks!
(Stella screams and falls on seat. Bell again rings loudly off R.)
Hullo! there’s Mrs. Everest! (He takes Walter, who has risen, by the arm.) Come with me, sir (leads him to bedroom L.). In there with you, quick!
(Kicks him in quickly, and locks door.)
(Stella meantime has hurried up with the chair and put it in cupboard and closes door.)
Phew! this is the most extraordinary thing! (Hurries down, saying:) Where are the telegraph forms?
(As he snatches them from nail on wall, and sits to write R., Mrs. Anderson enters D. in F. out of breath and with a telegram; she is in process of dressing, her hair being in disorder, and she wears a dressing jacket.)
Mrs. Anderson. Telegrapheram, sir. (Down and gives it.)
Jack (looking at telegram). From Mrs. Everest—“Have missed train, don’t wait lunch—coming by next.” Thank goodness! (To Mrs. Anderson.) I suppose you don’t know where I can find a detective?
Mrs. Anderson. Yes, sir, I does. Being my own nephew as lives in the attic.