Officer. Here’s your thief. Just as I was walking past I saw him, and the minute I looked into his face I recognized him from the photograph. Bring the Frenchman here. We’ll show these foreigners what Scotland Yard can do! And come back yourself, we’ll need you later.
(Percy goes out, up-stage right.)
Gerald. What do you mean by this? What’s the charge? You’ll hear from this! Do you know I’m related to——
Officer. Just keep calm, young fellow. (He refers to his note-book) Your name is Gas-tnnn—
(Enter Séraphine, up-stage right.)
Séraphine. Oh, dearest, dearest!
Officer. Arrest that woman, she’s an accomplice.
Séraphine. (As the other officer takes her by the arm) Qu’y-a-t-il?
Gerald. You were right this morning. There’s the gray hat!
Officer. Silence! No communication between the prisoners! They may be part of a dangerous band.