Doctor. Now, Mr. Butts, the name of this offender.
Butts. His name is—Harry Harlem.
Doctor. Harry Harlem! Butts, you lie!
Butts. What! this to me, an officer of the law? Dr. Harlem, recollect yourself. Respect the law.
Doctor. Pardon me, Butts. I was hasty. But you are mistaken. My son Harry—
Butts. Gave me that check in this very room.
Doctor. This is terrible! My son Harry forge the name of his father? I tell you you are mistaken.
(Outside: “Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for Harry Harlem!”)
Butts. Here he is: ask him. (Enter Harry, Fred, Lucy, Mrs. Loring, and Dilly, C.)