Inspector. How?
Clarkson (dramatically tearing off his wig and false moustache). I am Mazzio! (Turning to Gerald and the others) I shall struggle violently. While he is engaged in arresting me, you can make good your escape.
Inspector. Ha! Do you think I can be so easily baffled? (Picking up telephone receiver.) There are other police in the neighbourhood.
Violet. Not so. (Slashes through the telephone cord with a knife).
Gerald. Bravo!
Inspector. Oh, well, never mind. (Puts his head out of the window and blows a police whistle. The others look at one another in consternation.) Now I think I am master of the situation.
Clarkson. Foiled! All the same, you are less fortunate than you imagine. When I said I was Mazzio, I lied.
Inspector. Prove it.
Clarkson. Easily. Mazzio has a scar on his left forearm. (Rolling up sleeve.) I have none.
Inspector. Oh, well, never mind. I can now proceed with the arrest of the murderer of Sir Frank Bulkeley, Bart.