PAMELA. There will be no showing up, John, if what you say is true. (Moves up to table R.C.).
JOHN. No, no, of course not. (Moves to telephone.)
PAMELA. Besides, I don’t suppose your friend Tully would give you away. Men are such cunning brutes.
JOHN (with a burst which he checks instantly). Aha!
(PAMELA looks round, then goes on reading telegrams. At back, whispering into telephone.)
Give me Regent 346, Regent 346——
PAMELA (without turning). It’s no use your ’phoning Mr. Tully. I should be bound to hear what you said.
JOHN (innocently). I was only trying to get him to come up, dear.
PAMELA. Chalmers is quite capable of taking a message.