TULLY. No, no. Why should I have it?
JOHN. Then where is it? Where is it? The necklace! (Looks about wildly for the necklace.) Look for it! Don’t stand there like an anæmic camel! Look for it!
TULLY (jumping about in a silly fashion). Where? Where?
JOHN. Everywhere—all over the place. Perhaps it’s on the floor—look for it. (Both look about for the necklace.) Ah, it may be under the table. (They both dive under the table from opposite ends—their heads collide—they both come up holding their heads in pain.) Can’t you see where you are going?
TULLY. I can only see stars.
JOHN. Your head’s like iron. But where’s the necklace? (Moving arm-chair from right of table R.C. to below table about 3 feet.) That’s the question.
TULLY. I’ve got it!
JOHN. Where?
TULLY. No—not the necklace—I’ve got an idea.
JOHN. Oh——