[He puts his whistle in his mouth and draws the woman to the
door.]

JONES. [With a rush.] Drop her, and put up your 'ands, or I 'll
soon make yer. You leave her alone, will yer! Don't I tell yer, I
took the thing myself.

SNOW. [Blowing his whistle.] Drop your hands, or I 'll take you
too. Ah, would you?

[JONES, closing, deals him a blow. A Policeman in uniform
appears; there is a short struggle and JONES is overpowered.
MRS. JONES raises her hands avid drops her face on them.]


The curtain falls.




SCENE II

The BARTHWICKS' dining-room the same evening. The BARTHWICKS
are seated at dessert.

MRS. BARTHWICK. John! [A silence broken by the cracking of nuts.]
John!

BARTHWICK. I wish you'd speak about the nuts they're uneatable.