Why not?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (loftily).
A hero never hides. Ah, I have it. I'll jump from the window.
(Struggles into his coat and hat.)
MRS. TEMPENNY.
There is the conservatory underneath.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
I'll jump clear of it. Don't let him in for a minute.
(He plants a lay-figure in front of canvas, with its back to door in flat, then proceeds to dress it up to resemble himself at work. Brush in hand, etc.)
GROGGINS (off).