awake. This is a dream of a movie picture, this is.

AUGUSTUS [his ear at the receiver]. Shut up, will you? [Into the
telephone.] What?...[To the lady.] Whom do you want to get on to?

THE LADY. Blueloo.

AUGUSTUS [into the telephone]. Put me through to Lord Hungerford
Highcastle...I'm his brother, idiot...That you, Blueloo? Lady
here at Little Pifflington wants to speak to you. Hold the line.
[To the lady.] Now, madam [he hands her the receiver].

THE LADY [sitting down in Augustus's chair to speak into the
telephone]. Is that Blueloo?...Do you recognize my voice?...I've
won our bet....

AUGUSTUS. Your bet!

THE LADY [into the telephone]. Yes: I have the list in my wallet
....

AUGUSTUS. Nothing of the kind, madam. I have it here in my
pocket. [He takes the envelope from his pocket: draws out the
paper: and unfolds it.]

THE LADY [continuing]. Yes: I got clean into the street with it.
I have a witness. I could have got to London with it. Augustus
won't deny it....

AUGUSTUS [contemplating the blank paper]. There's nothing written