(Looks frantically for teapot. All look about.)
Enter Sue, r.
Mrs. B. Oh, Eric, you haven't——
Mr. T. Sue, where have you taken the teapot?
Sue. I didn't—— (Noise without. All run to door r.) The burglars!
Mr. T. They've got it after all!
Mr. B. We'll catch them yet.
Enter Prof. G., r., hatless, very dusty and disheveled, grasping the teapot with both hands.
Prof. G. I couldn't find Miss Hilda, but I've saved it! (Sees Hilda.) Oh—what——
(Collapses into chair. Sue fans him with newspaper. Mr. T. seizes teapot.)