(PAMELA turns quickly round to JOHN.)
JOHN. No, no, dear! We simply went to the opera and saw Daisy—Faust, I mean—came out—had a drink—I told Tully I couldn’t find my key—I suppose he thought I said key-hole—he offered me a shake-down and I stayed there. And I think such a clear explanation ought to satisfy anyone.
PAMELA (doubtfully). Yes, I suppose so.
JOHN (going to fireplace). Then everything is quite in order? (Very satisfied.)
(TULLY sighs.)
PAMELA (doubtfully). Y—y—es, y—y—es, except (picking up JOHN’S coat with left hand) could either of you explain this?
JOHN (coming down to PAMELA). That’s my coat!
PAMELA. No (taking necklace from pocket with right hand and holding it up) this!
(Pause—JOHN and TULLY both amazed.)
TULLY. Oh, that’s nothing to do with me.