ADAM CHERRY.
(Grasping what is coming.) Yes—I have. What do you know about it?
JACK MEDBURY.
Oh! Oh, nothing (unfolding paper), except that the portrait of the gentleman in the centre picture—drawn by a chum of mine who happened to be present, and sent to the paper for a joke—seems to me an excellent likeness of your friend Mr. Ben Dixon. Who do you say it is? (Hands paper to Cherry.)
TED MORRIS.
(Taking paper from Cherry.) Great Scott! it must be Ben Dixon.
ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, it is. There's no question of doubt. Young Travers knows all about the matter. It is Mr. Ben Dixon.
JACK MEDBURY
Mrs. Wheedles says it isn't.