Daniel. You want a constant draught blowing. That's number one. Then—well—the other. You see, if we took some of these fans.
Mackenzie. Yes.
Daniel (in a floundering way). And put them in a tight-fitting case, and put more of them inside, and understood exactly what their size was, we could arrange for the way that—
John (in a puzzled way to Sarah). I can only follow Daniel a short way too. (Repeating slowly.) Put them in a tight-fitting case—
Brown (appearing at yard door with a telegram in his hand, and speaking with suppressed excitement). A telegram for Mr. Daniel.
Daniel (with a gasp of relief). Ah! (He tears it open and proudly reads it out aloud.) "Come to London at once to explain patent. Want to purchase. Gregg."
(Brown goes out again.)
Mackenzie. Who? Gregg?
Daniel. I suppose I better go, John?
John. Let's see the telegram. (He goes over to Daniel, who hands it to him.)