Horace. Here or hereabouts. Bring it as near as the road will let you.
Policeman. All right, sir. (Exit Policeman L.)
Horace. Splendid force, the police. I believe this is the best hiding place I can find. (Descends area steps and disappears from view. Enter Messenger L.)
Messenger. My foolish rabbit! Come from your hole.
Horace. (Much discomfited—comes up again) Rabbit! Beastly personal! Oh, there you are.
Messenger. Trying to hide?
Horace. I’ve been looking for you everywhere—even down in that area. Where have you been?
Messenger. The policeman will not find a cab. I have taken care of that.
Horace. (Aside) He must have been listening.
Messenger. I have brought you here....