Basil.
[Hoarsely.] Don't you know? I thought I had said it in my telegram.
John.
You simply wired that you were in great trouble.
Basil.
I suppose I thought you'd see it in the papers.
John.
What on earth d'you mean? I've not seen a paper. Where's your wife?
Basil.
[After a pause, almost in a whisper.] She's dead.