Trebell. [Taking all the meaning of to-morrow.] Yes. Are you in for perjury, too?
Wedgecroft. [His thankfulness checked a little.] No ... not exactly.
Trebell walks away from him.
Trebell. It's a pity the truth isn't to be told, I think. I suppose the verdict will be murder.
Wedgecroft. They won't catch the man.
Trebell. You don't mean ... me.
Wedgecroft. No, no ... my dear fellow.
Trebell. You might, you know. But nobody seems to see this thing as I see it. If I were on that jury I'd say murder too and accuse ... so many circumstances, Gilbert, that we should go home ... and look in the cupboards. What a lumber of opinions we inherit and keep!
Wedgecroft. [Humouring him.] Ought we to burn the house down?
Trebell. Rules and regulations for the preservation of rubbish are the laws of England ... and I was adding to their number.