(Rising.) Perhaps if we keep quite quiet he’ll go away.
PAMELA. No, he knows we must be in the house. Mr. Tully, this doctor has never even seen John—doesn’t know him from Adam.
TULLY. I won’t impersonate Adam!
PAMELA. Would it be asking too much of you to let him think that you—are—my husband?
TULLY. Well, if you put it like that, and you think I could, I’ll do my best.
PAMELA. Very well, go and get into bed.
TULLY. Oh no, I couldn’t get into bed. I can’t bear people to see me in bed. What about the chair? The inspector saw John when he was sitting up. Why couldn’t he see me in the chair?
(Bell heard off.)
PAMELA. Oh, very well. Be as quick as you can. I’ll keep the doctor talking. (Crossing to door L.) Groan—groan when you’re ready. Get into John’s pyjamas. (At door.) I’d do the same for you!
(PAMELA runs off L.)