(Lem. comes down the stairs.)
Obad. Find anything, Lem?
Lem. Yes, by Crismus, three more pipes! (Shows them.)
All. What? You don’t say? Let’s see!
Cyn. (overcome). My land! My land!
Hep. (applying clothes sprinkler). There, Cynthy! There!
Lem. (to Lee). Well, young man, I guess I’ll arrest you!
Lee (with a shrug of his shoulders). All right! Go ahead!
Ber. (wrathfully). Yes, go ahead, and I’ll bail him out!
Lee. I’ll admit that you have plenty of evidence against me, but here comes a man who can at least explain my connection with those pipes. (Points to the pipes in Lem.’s hand.)