ALICK. There’s just one of them.
MAGGIE. The polissman just saw one.
DAVID [licking his palms]. I would be very pleased if there were three of them.
MAGGIE. I watch with you. I would be very pleased if there were four of them.
DAVID. And they say she has no charm!
[JAMES returns on tiptoe as if the burglars were beneath the table. He signs to every one to breathe no more, and then whispers his news.]
JAMES. He’s there. I had no sooner gone out than I saw him sliding down the garden wall, close to the rhubarbs.
ALICK. What’s he like?
JAMES. He’s an ugly customer. That’s all I could see. There was a little carpet bag in his hand.
DAVID. That’s him.