Helena. But you—
Domin. They remembered.
Helena. Who?
Domin. Busman, Hallemeier—all of them. Put your hand in my pocket.
Helena. (Takes necklace from his Left jacket pocket) Oh! Pearls! A necklace! Harry, is this for me?
Domin. It’s from Busman.
Helena. But we can’t accept it, can we?
Domin. Oh, yes, we can. (Puts necklace on table L.C.) Put your hand in the other pocket.
Helena. (Takes a revolver out of his Right pocket) What’s that?
Domin. Sorry. Not that. Try again. (He puts gun in pocket.)