Mr. Quirke: (Looking out of his upper window with soap-suddy face). What is it, Mrs. Delane?
Mrs. Delane: (Beckoning.) Come down here till I tell you.
Mr. Quirke: I cannot do that. I’m not fully shaved.
Mrs. Delane: You’d come if you knew the news I have.
Mr. Quirke: Tell it to me now. I’m not so supple as I was.
Mrs. Delane: Whisper now, have you an enemy in any place?
Mr. Quirke: It’s likely I may have. A man in business——
Mrs. Delane: I was thinking you had one.
Mr. Quirke: Why would you think that at this time more than any other time?
Mrs. Delane: If you could know what is in this envelope you would know that, James Quirke.