Alph. (Aside.) I’m a corpse!
Hand. What I mean is this: I saw you by the figure just before it was stolen; and you had your eye on the two thieves at the same time I had my eye on ’em. Can’t you give a guess where that figure is now?
Alph. Not at all—not at all!
Hand. I have an idea it’s very near at hand.
(Goes toward screen.)
Alph. (Pulling him away.) Come away, the cupboard’s been varnished.
Hand. The only thing I wish I could only put my hand on the thieves as easily as I put my hand on you.
(Business.—Puts his hand on Alphonzo.)
Enter an OLD MAN, R. U. E. (super.). He enters shop.
Man. A shave, please.