Seems all right to me and seems all right to you. But it's the police
what you and I have got to think of. Will it seem all right to them?
CALLER
Oh, for heaven's sake--
LABORER
Ah!
CALLER
What a hopeless fool you are.
LABORER
Ah!
CALLER
Look here.
LABORER
Ah, I got you there, mister.
CALLER
Look here, for goodness sake don't go.
LABORER
Ah! (_Exit_)
[_Enter the Clerk._
CALLER
Excuse me, sir. Excuse my asking you, but, as you see, I am without a
hat. I shall be extraordinarily obliged to you if you would be so very
good as to get it for me. Pretend you have come to wind the clocks, you
know. I left it in the drawing-room of this house, half under the long
sofa, the far end.
CLERK
Oh, er--all right, only--
CALLER
Thanks so much, I am immensely indebted to you. Just say you've come to
wind the clocks, you know.
CLERK
I--er--don't think I'm very good at winding clocks, you know.
CALLER
Oh, that's all right, just stand in front of the clock and fool about
with it. That's all they ever do. I must warn you there's a lady in the
room.
CLERK
Oh!
CALLER
But that's all right, you know. Just walk past up to the clock.
CLERK
But I think, if you don't mind, as there's someone there--
CALLER
Oh, but she's quite young and very, very beautiful and--
CLERK
Why don't you get it yourself?
CALLER
That is impossible.
CLERK
Impossible?
CALLER
Yes, I have sprained my ankle.
CLERK
Oh! Is it bad?
CALLER
Yes, very bad indeed.
CLERK
I don't mind trying to carry you up.
CALLER
No, that would be worse. My foot has to be kept on the ground.
CLERK
But how will you get home?
CALLER
I can walk all right on the flat.
CLERK
I'm afraid I have to be going on. It's rather later than I thought.
CALLER
But for goodness sake don't leave me. You can't leave me here like this
without a hat.
CLERK
I'm afraid I must, it's later than I thought.
(_Exit_)
[_Enter the Poet._
CALLER
Excuse me, sir. Excuse my stopping you. But I should be immensely
obliged to you if you would do me a very great favor. I have
unfortunately left my hat behind while calling at this house. It is
half under the long sofa, at the far end. If you could possibly be so
kind as to pretend you have come to tune the piano and fetch my hat for
me I should be enormously grateful to you.
POET
But why cannot you get it for yourself?
CALLER
I cannot.
POET
If you would tell me the reason perhaps I could help you.
CALLER
I cannot. I can never enter that house again.
POET
If you have committed a murder, by all means tell me. I am not
sufficiently interested in ethics to wish to have you hanged for it.
CALLER
Do I look like a murderer?
POET
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