CINDERELLA. He catched the last boat. I’ll go out and watch.
POLICEMAN (desperate). Stay where you are, and—and I’ll have a look for her.
CINDERELLA. You’re too kind.
POLICEMAN. Not at all. I must be stepping at any rate. If I can lay hands on her I’ll march her here, though I have to put the handcuffs on her.
GLADYS (looking up). I think I heard a knock!
(The POLICEMAN looks out, shakes his head, and finally departs after a queer sort of handshake with MISS THING.)
CINDERELLA. He’s a nice man.
GLADYS. Have you known him long?
CINDERELLA (thinking it out). A longish time. He’s head of the secret police; him and me used to play together as children down in Badgery. His folks live in a magnificent castle, with two doors. (She becomes a little bewildered.) I’m all mixed up.