Poor little bird! Poor little bird!
Bellows (taking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and offering them to Warner)
Better clap these on him. We're none of us safe.
Philo
Handcuffs, doctor? I'll make no trouble.
(Holds out his hands and Bellows fastens handcuffs.)
Bellows
It's for your own good, Philo.
Seymour