MAGGIE. Or weapons.

DAVID. As for that, we have some pretty stout weapons ourselves in
the umbrella stand. So, if you'll go to your bed, Maggie--

MAGGIE. Me? and my brothers in danger.

ALICK. There's just one of them.

MAGGIE. The polissman just saw one.

DAVID [licking his palms]. I would be very pleased if there were
three of them.

MAGGIE. I watch with you. I would be very pleased if there were four
of them.

DAVID. And they say she has no charm!

[JAMES returns on tiptoe as if the burglars were beneath the table.
He signs to every one to breathe no more, and then whispers his
news.]

JAMES. He's there. I had no sooner gone out than I saw him sliding
down the garden wall, close to the rhubarbs.

ALICK. What's he like?

JAMES. He's an ugly customer. That's all I could see. There was a