Stella. Yes, yes, Jack, yes!
(Jack throws blanket over Walter, and they get him on chair C.)
Jack. Hurrah! we’ve got him now! (Business: secure him with rope round his legs and gag, then take blanket off.) (Walter, gagged, groans.) No more climbing tall chimney stacks! (Walter groans.)
Stella. Is it in pain?
Jack. Of course not.
Stella. It groans so!
Jack. Rather mad at being caught.
Stella. Is it wax-work?
Jack. More like indiarubber. I suppose you do see the difference this time?
Stella. Rather.