Wait, I know. Say there’s an escape of gas.
PAMELA. Electric light! Look!
TULLY. Say the lease of the flat is up!
JOHN (pushing TULLY into chair). Don’t be a fool. Say I’m dead!
(Door-bell heard off L.)
PAMELA (up to window). John, there’s a coloured man at the door!
JOHN. A coloured man! Good heavens, it’s the Rajah!
(TULLY rushes up to windows R.C. with blankets on arm.)
PAMELA. The Rajah?
JOHN. Yes! Tell him I’m buried and won’t be back for a week!