HARRY. Useful in trench warfare. It’s not a knife, it’s a visiting-card. You leave it on favoured parties like this.
(He casts it at one of the packing-cases, and it sticks quivering in the wood.)
MRS. OTERY. Were you an officer?
HARRY. For a few minutes now and again.
MRS. OTERY. You’re playing with me.
HARRY. You’re so irresistible.
MRS. OTERY. Do you want to see the other rooms?
HARRY. I was fondly hoping you would ask me that.
MRS. OTERY. Come along then. (She wants to lead him downstairs, but the little door at the back has caught his eye.)
HARRY. What does that door open on?