Alcorn. My brother's office in London. Bamford. Why?
Ste. Wouldn't do to have a local address here. Some busybody 'ud smell it out.
Bamford. I see. (Suspiciously.) What does his brother get out of it?
Alcorn. Nothing; and he's put down three of his clerks for one share apiece to make up the statutory seven shareholders. Those are their signatures above Smithson's and mine.
(Bamford nods.)
Ste. (dipping pen). There's a pen.
(Bamford signs.)
I'll witness. (Calling off l.) Lucy!
Bamford. I deliver this as my act and deed.
(Stephen signs without sitting. Enter Lucy, l. All rise.)