[Fakrash turns to the window and stands there with folded arms, looking out in sombre abstraction. Pringle and Horace are on the other side of the room.
Pringle.
[Going towards the door to his office, and lowering his voice.] I don't think you'll see any more of Mr. Wackerbath after this.
Horace.
[In an undertone.] No, I've lost him—thanks to that old busybody over there. He's done my business!
Pringle.
It serves you right for having him about. Where on earth did you pick him up? Who is he?
Horace.
Surely you don't need to be told! Why, he's the old Jinnee who was inside the bottle.