Oh, that’s the very place!
DOCTOR. Will you let the patient tell me?
JOHN. But he doesn’t know as well as I do.
TULLY (pointing to JOHN). Mr. Ayers—er—Mr. Tully, this gentleman knows all about it.
DOCTOR. Mr. Tully, Mr. Tully! Where have I heard that name before? Ah, you were in the ’bus accident with him, I believe? (To JOHN.)
JOHN. No, that was my brother.
DOCTOR. Your brother? And he escaped unhurt?
JOHN. Er—yes. He fell on top of a fat old woman who was sitting opposite.
DOCTOR. Yes, that poor lady had three ribs broken. (Rises.) Still, that concerns your brother. (Sarcastically. JOHN and TULLY exchange looks. DOCTOR takes chair up to R. of table L.C., opens bag.) I can’t quite understand all this, you know—according to Mr. Trippett’s report, the patient was a much smaller man. (Takes out stethoscope from bag, wiping it with his handkerchief and coming down L.)
JOHN (over to DOCTOR). Surely, you’re not going to measure him, doctor? Hang it all, he’s not dead yet.