LAWTON, compassionately: 'You ARE pretty far gone, Bemis. Really,
I think somebody ought to go for Roberts.'

MRS. ROBERTS, innocently: 'Yes, indeed! Why, what in the world can
be keeping him?' A nursemaid enters and beckons Mrs. Roberts to the
door with a glance. She runs to her; they whisper; and then Mrs.
Roberts, over her shoulder: 'That ridiculous great boy of mine says
he can't go to sleep unless I come and kiss him good-night.'

LAWTON: 'Which ridiculous great boy, I wonder?--Roberts, or
Campbell? But I didn't know they had gone to bed!'

MRS. BEMIS: 'You are too bad, papa! You know it's little Neddy.'

MRS. ROBERTS, vanishing: 'Oh, I don't mind his nonsense, Lou. I'll
fetch them both back with me.'

LAWTON, after making a melodramatic search for concealed listeners
at the doors: 'Now, friends, I have a revelation to make in Mrs.
Roberts's absence. I have found out the garotter--the assassin.'

ALL THE OTHERS: 'What!'

LAWTON: 'He has been secured--'

MRS. CRASHAW, severely: 'Well, I'm very glad of it.'

YOUNG BEMIS: 'By the police?'