Mary. Rather. In fact—I don’t mind telling you—I’m one of the detective police.
Wid. (Alarmed.) You!—a gentleman?
Mary. Oh, yes, we go about in all manner of disguises, when we want to pick up a shy bird. Now, I’m looking for Widgetts, and I shouldn’t mind giving five pounds if you could tell me where to lay my hand upon him.
(Lays her hand on Widgetts’ shoulder, who starts.)
Wid. Ah! Ha, ha, ha! Five pounds! Is it a—very serious business, eh?
Mary. Merely a hanging matter.
Wid. Nothing more? (Aside.) The dreadful deed’s discovered. I’ll be off. Hem, well, I’ll go and look after Mr. Widgetts.
Mary. No, no; you must stop here. I’ve no doubt I shall want you presently.
Enter MADEMOISELLE CHERI BOUNCE, L.
Cheri. I beg pardon.