Margaret. Yes.
Gray. Good God!
Margaret. He got away. He came straight here. I found him with Sydney.
Gray. Don’t be frightened. I’m here. Is he dangerous?
Margaret. No, no, poor fellow!
Gray. You can’t be sure. Anyway, I’d better take charge of him while you phone the asylum. No, that won’t do, there are no trains. We must ring up the authorities.
Margaret. Oh, no, Gray!
Gray. It’s not pleasant, but it’s the only thing to do.
Margaret. You don’t understand.
Gray. There’s only one way to deal with an escaped lunatic.