Happened, sir? Yes, something has happened! Which you'll be good enough to explain—if you can!
Horace.
Oh? [Turning to Pringle.] Perhaps, Pringle, if you wouldn't mind——?
Pringle.
[Moving to the door on the left.] Oh, by all means!
Mr. Wackerbath.
[To Pringle.] Stop, sir! Don't you run away! For all I know, you may have had a hand in this disgraceful business!
Pringle.
[With dignity.] I occupy the adjoining office, sir, and I am in practice as an architect. But I have no business connection with Mr. Ventimore—none whatever.
[Offering to go.