[Who is now behind the bottle, with his arms extended in supplication and his back to the audience.] Towbah yah nebbi ullah Anna lah amill Kathalik ibadan! Wullah hi!
[With the last words he disappears through the neck of the bottle.
Horace.
[Standing by the bottle with the cap.] Tucked yourself in comfortably? Say when.
[There is a knock at the door leading to landing.
Fakrash's Voice.
[From interior of bottle.] I am betrayed! The constables of Progress are without! Let me forth that I may slay them and secure safety!
Horace.
[Promptly clapping on the cap and screwing it tightly.] You're safer where you are, old cocky! Good-bye! [Wipes his forehead.] Phew! Near thing that! [The knock is repeated.] All right! Wait a bit! I'm busy!
[He takes the bottle into his bedroom.