Car. (at top of table) Good morning. Rather a close shave.
Dor. I beg your pardon?
Car. Nothing! (is taking up tray)
Dor. (at top of table R. of Cook) Look here, don't go. I want to have half a word with you.
Car. Well?
Dor. I—saw to that little job.
Car. Yes?
Dor. I—put him in the ditch.
Car. Thanks. Did he say anything?
Dor. (top of table) He muttered something about another whiskey, and that he would like to be called about nine. Now would you mind telling me a little about it all? Give you my word it ain't mere curiosity, it's interest in you and everything that concerns you.