JOHN. But I do talk like that.
TULLY. Here—take my key—step over the balcony—(pointing to window L.C.)—get through my window and go out through my flat and come back the same way.
JOHN. Along the balcony and through your flat! They wouldn’t see me then. I could do it in twenty minutes in a taxi, couldn’t I?
TULLY. Easily!
JOHN. Top-hole—that’s splendid!
(Exit door R.)
TULLY. There isn’t a soul at home—the maid’s out. (At card-table—calling.) I say, you’ll play this nap out when you come back?
JOHN (spoken off). What say?
TULLY. You’ll play this nap out when you come back?