TULLY. Well, I’m going—nap!!
JOHN. What again?
TULLY. You haven’t given me a chance yet!
JOHN (rises). I have an idea.
TULLY. No, no, play this hand first; I’ve called nap.
JOHN (searches on table L.C.). No, it’s not there.
TULLY. What are you looking for?
JOHN. The—real necklace!
TULLY. She wouldn’t leave it about like that.
JOHN. You don’t know—she might.