PAMELA. Y—es. Bring them to me directly they arrive.
CHALMERS. Very good, madam.
(Exits L.)
(PAMELA glances again at telegrams, and then going up, places them carefully on table R.C. Door slam is heard off L. PAMELA surveys the room quickly and noticing her hat on table down L. crosses over and conceals it with papers, runs up to window L.C. and withdraws behind the window curtains. JOHN AYERS enters door L. He looks very smart in evening dress with coat and crush hat. He yawns and gazes sleepily around. Then crosses to arm-chair humming a tune and taking off coat, which he places over back of arm-chair, goes to mantelpiece over fireplace and looks in mirror.)
JOHN. What a face!
(Pulls himself together, takes vase from mantelpiece, places against his forehead and exits down R., slams the door after him. PAMELA comes from hiding-place and listens at door R., then picks up JOHN’S coat, comes C. and searches the inside pocket, takes out letters, but finds nothing incriminating, puts them back again. She pulls the sleeves of the coat out and sniffs twice, and along whole length of sleeve, then pulls necklace out of side pocket.)
PAMELA. Oh! Oh!
(She replaces necklace and puts coat on back of chair left of table R. Coming to door R. she taps loudly on it.)
JOHN (heard off, irritably). What is it?
(PAMELA repeats the knocking, then crosses to C.)