Fred. By the way, you're here yourself, you know.
Peter. I am paying an official visit to the Mayor. It's different with this lady. She works for me—ostentatiously. She's supposed to be addressing a meeting for me at this moment. Instead, I find her here, playing the traitor and betraying me to my political enemies.
Fred. I always thought it wanted a lot of imagination to be a politician. Does yours often bolt like this?
Peter. That's not very convincing. (Brushing him aside.) Excuse me, Mr. Mottram. I must get to the bottom of this. (To Margaret.) What have you to say for yourself?
Mar. Nothing.
Fred. Quite right, too. Some things are too silly to reply to.
Peter. Then I shall draw my own conclusions.
[Peter is left, Freddie centre, and Margaret right.
Fred. I'd advise you to draw 'em mild. (Turning to Margaret.) This isn't your lucky night, Miss Shaw-cross.
Mar. It doesn't matter, Mr. Mottram.