Albert. Well?
The Toff. Don't interrupt.
Sniggers. I swear I saw something what I didn't like.
The Toff. What you didn't like?
Sniggers [in tears]. O Toffy, Toffy, take it back. Take my share. Say you take it.
The Toff. What has he seen? [Dead silence, only broken by Sniggers's sobs. Then steps are heard. Enter a hideous idol. It is blind and gropes its way. It gropes its way to the ruby and picks it up and screws it into a socket in the forehead. Sniggers still weeps softly, the rest stare in horror. The idol steps out, not groping. Its steps move off, then stop.]
The Toff. O, great heavens!
Albert [in a childish, plaintive voice]. What is it, Toffy?
Bill. Albert, it is that obscene idol [in a whisper] come from India.
Albert. It is gone.