Bless my soul. Are you raving or am I dreaming, young lady. How do you know this—this amazing thing? Fiddlesticks—tush—but, good God.
Loveday.
I saw him do it.
Varlie-Chapman.
(Putting on a superior air.) Can you really even listen to such an absurd charge against one of my cloth?
Loveday.
I can prove it. You will find on him a green carved jade hei-tiki, it has a secret recess in which the poison was. It must be on him. He couldn’t swallow it, it’s too big. Search him!
Varlie-Chapman.
(Calmly.) Search me, officer—if you are an officer—to satisfy the hysterical young lady and settle this absurd business once and for all.
Loveday.