Hullo! I don’t think I’ll want any instruments, it’s passing away! (Business.) Not breathing! (Looks at watch.) It’s eyes are closed. Oh! it’s run down. I believe we’d be quite safe to unbind it. Just help me with this rope. Let it pass away quietly on the sofa. There is something pathetic even in the death of a doll.
(They unbind Walter and raise him, he opens his eyes and bounds upon Jack—commotion.)
Confound it, it’s living again!
(Stella runs in room R., Jack runs in room L.)
Walter (as Jack looks in L., and Stella looks in R.). I say! (They at once withdraw.) Jack! Stella! (Heads appear again.) I say! Jack! (Heads disappear.) Come out, you bounder! (Heads appear.) Why are you making such idiots of yourselves?
Jack (coming in). Who are you?
Walter. Walter Everest.
Jack. The other fellow said that.
Walter. I am the other fellow.
Jack. Then I’ve let the automaton escape!