Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

[A moment's silence, then Freddie enters briskly.

Fred. I say, Mr. Garside, I'm afraid we must turn you out.

Peter (still sitting). Oh, how's that?

Fred. Your friend went off in no end of a rage. Said he'd bring your meeting here. Mohammed and the Mountain, don't you know? I really think you'd better go. We don't want to read the Riot Act.

[Gladys is at the window, peeping through blind.

Peter. The matter's out of my hands, Mr. Mottram.

Fred. Why? Surely you can head them off.

Peter. Easily.

Fred. (irritated). Well, I wish you'd go and do it.

Glad, (at window). They're there. There's a crowd coming round the corner now.