Leoníd Fyódoritch. Nicholas, do you wish....
[TÁNYA knocks twice.
Professor. Do you hear? It is quite evident!
[LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH takes the paper and pen and goes out. TÁNYA knocks, plays on the guitar and the accordion, and then creeps under the sofa. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH returns. SIMON stretches himself and coughs.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. He is waking up. We can light the candles.
Professor (hurriedly). Doctor, Doctor, please, his pulse and temperature! You will see that a rise of both will be apparent.
Leoníd Fyódoritch (lights the candles). Well, what do you gentlemen who were sceptical think of it now?
Doctor (goes up to SIMON and places thermometer). Now then my lad. Well, have you had a nap? There, put that in there, and give me your hand.
[Looks at his watch.
Sahátof (shrugging his shoulders). I must admit that all that has occurred cannot have been done by the medium. But the thread?... I should like the thread explained.