Mrs. Bradley. What?
Yardsley. Certainly. There’s nothing the matter with Barlow, and he’s cast for Featherhead. You’ve learned the wrong part!
Bradley (searching his pockets). Here’s the telegram. There (takes message from pocket), read that. There are my instructions.
Yardsley (grasps telegram and reads it. Drops it to floor). Well, I’ll be jiggered!
[Buries his face in his hands.
Mrs. Perkins (picking up message and reading aloud). “Can you take Fenderson’s part in to-night’s show? Answer at once. Yardsley.”
Barlow. Well, that’s a nice mess. You must have paresis, Bob.
Perkins. I was afraid he’d get it sooner or later. You need exercise, Yardsley. Go pull that curtain up and down a half-dozen times and it’ll do you good.
Bradley. That telegram lets me out.
Mrs. Bradley. I should say so.