(George, the waiter, enters D. L. with tray and serviette.)
Oh, here's George, he'll bear me out. You've heard of Jerry Bundler, George?
George (C.). Well, I've just 'eard odds and ends, sir, but I never put much count to 'em. There was one chap 'ere, who was under me when fust I come, he said he seed it, and the Guv'nor sacked him there and then. (Goes to table by window, puts tray down, takes up glass and wipes it slowly.)
(Men laugh.)
Penfold. Well, my father was a native of this town, and he knew the story well. He was a truthful man and a steady churchgoer. But I have heard him declare that once in his life he saw the ghost of Jerry Bundler in this house; let me see, George, you don't remember my old dad, do you?
(George puts down glasses over table.)
George. No, sir. I come here forty years ago next Easter, but I fancy he was before my time.
Penfold. Yes, though not by long. He died when I was twenty, and I shall be sixty-two next month, but that's neither here nor there.
(George goes up to table C. tidying up and listening.)
Leek. Who was this Jerry Bundler?