Barlow. Look here, Yardsley, what's up, anyhow? You've been deuced queer to-day. What are you after?
"WHAT'S UP, ANYHOW?"
Yardsley (tragically). Shall I confide in you? Can I, with a sense of confidence that you will not betray me?
Barlow (eagerly). Yes, Bob. Go on. What is it? I'll never give you away, and I may be able to give you some good advice.
Yardsley. I am here to—to—to rob the house! Business has been bad, and one must live.
[Barlow looks at him in disgust.
Yardsley (mockingly). You have my secret, John Barlow. Remember that it was wrung from me in confidence. You must not betray me. Turn your back while I surreptitiously remove the piano and the gas-fixtures, won't you?
Barlow (looking at him thoughtfully). Yardsley, I have done you an injustice.
Yardsley. Indeed?