DOCTOR. I said, sir, does he have any cold sweats?
JOHN. Oh, I beg your pardon, I thought you said Schweppes.
DOCTOR. Schweppes!!
PAMELA (crossing to R. of arm-chair). Yes, he perspires a good deal.
JOHN (aside to TULLY). Perspire!
(TULLY perspires—wipes head—then wrings handkerchief out.)
DOCTOR. Perspires. That’s quite natural. (To TULLY.) Now then, will you tell me exactly where you feel this pain in the back?
JOHN (getting between DOCTOR and TULLY). Just up between the ribs.
(DOCTOR digs JOHN in back.)