TULLY. Oh, not at all.
PAMELA. But we—er—John and I are in a little difficulty, and if you could see your way to answer a few questions, it would be doing us a great favour, and it might save both of us lifelong misery.
JOHN. My wife won’t believe that I——
PAMELA (to JOHN). Will you be quiet! You’re breaking down the one slender thread that holds our married life together—I want Mr. Tully’s version of last night without your assistance. (Turning to TULLY.) Now, may I ask, did you have anyone staying with you last night at the flat?
TULLY (shaking his head). N—o—not to my knowledge.
(JOHN is pointing to himself frantically.)
PAMELA. No one stayed at your place at all?
TULLY (seeing JOHN). Oh—er—(with a gulp)—John stayed there!
(PAMELA turns quickly, almost catches JOHN pointing to himself. JOHN makes a dive for book on table R.C., and turns pages over quickly.)