Leggatt. I am disappointed in him. I thought his nerves were sound. He’ll break down if he travels long. He’ll catch cold in the hallway, I’m afraid. (Lays down book. Pause.) My sleepy spell has come on. I didn’t expect it till four o’clock. I believe I shall not pass a white night, as the French say, after all. (Lies down and goes to sleep. Pause 15 seconds.)
Enter Landlord, tiptoe, R.
Land. (Looks at B.’s bed, then at L.’s.) Bulger is a strange man. Now, why did he leave his bed and take that sofa in the hall? He’s the hardest customer to please that comes this way. Doesn’t like cats, finicky about drafts, always sends his steak back, objects to two in a room. I s’pose two in a bed ’ud set ’im crazy. There aint a steadier, nicer man in the house than Mr. Leggatt. Where shall I put that Dutchman? The sofa was the last thing. (Scratches head.) Why, here, of course. I’ll just make up the bed! (Hastily makes up bed.) There, he’ll not notice it has been slept in. (Caterwauling outside.)
Exit R. and Re-enter with Schnell.
Land. Quietly! There’s a man asleep there.
Schnell. Oh, dis vas a touble room alretty?
Land. Yes.
Schnell. (Looking round.) Mit single petts. Lantlort, vas dot man safe?
Land. Perfectly safe.
Schnell. Vel, I mean vas I safe? I know he was safe, alretty.