Yardsley (staggering into chair). That settles it. It’s all up with me. [Jennie sobs, and, rising, rushes to Yardsley’s side.
Jennie. Save yourself; he’s going to kill you!
Dorothy. Jennie! What is the meaning of this? Mr. Yardsley—can—can you shed any light on this mystery?
Yardsley (pulling himself together with a great effort). I? I assure you I can’t, Miss Andrews. How could I? All I know is that somebody is—is going to kill me, though for what I haven’t the slightest idea.
Jennie (indignantly). Eh? What! Why, Mr. Yardsley—Bob!
Barlow. Bob?
Dorothy. Jennie! Bob?
Yardsley. Don’t you call me Bob.
Jennie. It’s Hicks. [Bursts out crying.
Barlow. Hicks?