Good Lord, I’ve not slept for a week. They go on all night.
Bennett.
They worried me a bit last night. And when I did get to sleep I heard them whistling away through my dreams.
Boyce.
They don’t seem to trouble Winter.
Etchingham.
If they did I suppose he wouldn’t come to this hotel.
James Ford.
[Nodding in the direction of George Winter’s room.] He sleeps next door, doesn’t he?
Boyce.