CARVE. What's this about a nurse?

PASCOE. (Busy with syringe, water, and syringe-case.) I'm sending one
in. (Ironically.) Do you see any objection?

CARVE. On the contrary, I should like him to be treated with every care.
He's invaluable to me.

PASCOE. (Staggered.) Invaluable to you! Of course in my line of
business I get used to meeting odd people----

CARVE. (Recovering from his mistake.) But you think I carry oddness
rather far?

PASCOE. The idea did pass through my mind.

CARVE. Nervousness--nothing but nervousness. I'm very nervous. And
then--you know the saying--like master, like man.

PASCOE. (Indicating back room with a gesture; in a slightly more
confidential tone as CARVE'S personal attractiveness gains on him.)
Mr. Carve odd?

CARVE. Oh, very. Always was. Ever since I've known him. You remember his
first picture at the Academy?

PASCOE. No, not exactly.

CARVE. Either you remember it exactly or you don't remember it at all.
Life-size picture of a policeman blowing his whistle.