MR. QUIRKE. [Looking out of his upper window, with soap-suddy face.] What is it, Mrs. Delane?
MRS. DELANE. [Beckoning.] Come down here till I tell you.
MR. QUIRKE. I cannot do that. I'm not fully shaved.
MRS. DELANE. You'd come if you knew the news I have.
MR. QUIRKE. Tell it to me now. I'm not so supple as I was.
MRS. DELANE. Whisper now, have you an enemy in any place?
MR. QUIRKE. It's likely I may have. A man in business——
MRS. DELANE. I was thinking you had one.
MR. QUIRKE. Why would you think that at this time more than any other time?
MRS. DELANE. If you could know what is in this envelope you would know that, James Quirke.