JACK. Tomorrow.
MONTAGUE. Impossible!
JACK. There's to be a meeting of the judges this afternoon. See... here's the decision! [Takes paper from pocket.] The one they mean to kill!
MONTAGUE. [Looks at paper.] Merciful heavens!
JACK. And look here! [Unfolds a paper, which has pasted on it bits of a torn and charred note.] He threw this in the fireplace, and it didn't burn.
MONTAGUE. Bullen!
JACK. In Grimes' own handwriting: "My Dear Porter—I will call"... you can see what that word was... "at eight-thirty. Very urgent." How's that?
MONTAGUE. Man, it's ghastly! [A pause.] How did you manage to get these?
JACK. It's a long story.
MONTAGUE. How did Grimes work it? Money?