TULLY. Only the maid.
JOHN. Well, send her out.
TULLY. She’s just been out.
JOHN. Never mind—send her out fifty times if it’ll only help us.
(TULLY groans.)
Don’t give way! Don’t give way! I’ve got an idea. I’m going to cut the electric wires of the whole block of flats. I think I know where they run. Now you go and get her out of the house. Don’t lose a moment. Please go, Bertram!
(TULLY groans and exits door R.)
(Calling after him.) It isn’t often I ask you to do anything!
(JOHN thinks. He has a brilliant idea. Takes out his penknife and goes to wall at back, feels along wall.)
No, that’s not it. (Looks at wall below door L.) Ah, that looks more like it. Yes. (Plunges his knife into wall, a jet of soda water comes out through rubber tube fixed in flat below door, the spout of a soda syphon is pushed in other end of rubber tube outside, and at the cue) Got it! Got it! (The water is squirted through.) Oh, damn, confound!