Jack. In its leg, you can nip its arms and legs. (Does so—groan.)
Stella. It doesn’t seem to like being nipped.
Jack. In the interests of science I’m going to bleed it. (Loud groans.) Give me a carving knife. (Groans.)
(Mrs. Anderson has entered and come down—sees Walter, screams. They start.)
Mrs. Anderson. The gent I does for came down the other stair from the bedroom (pointing L.) and is in the kitchen premises at this here identical period of time.
Jack. What! Is he?
Mrs. Anderson. Here have I been a-doing for two twins at the price of one.
Jack (bustles Mrs. Anderson to D. in F.). Send Mr. Everest up at once! (Exit Mrs. Anderson.)
Jack. Now to make an end of this fiend!
(Walter, who has been watching them as well as he could, now pretends to be dead.)