AUSTIN. Well, Martin.
MARTIN. Good afternoon, Mr. Whitworth.
AUSTIN. What do you estimate the gate at? Five hundred pounds?
MARTIN (rising). The returns are not in yet, but hardly that much.
AUSTIN (looking out of window). I should call it a twenty thousand crowd by the looks of it.
MARTIN (not looking out). Not far short. But (awkwardly) there's been a little accident, sir.
AUSTIN. Accident?
MARTIN. Oh, it's happened before. They rushed the turnstiles on the shilling side.
AUSTIN. I say, Martin, that's too bad. Just when we need every penny we can screw.
MARTIN. About three thousand got in free before the police could master the rush.