There, my eau de cologne too, that cost me half-a-guinea a bottle. An impudent rascal! D----n me, if he's not rummaging my drawers! That's free and easy at all events. Come, I think I'm pretty well disguised now. (_Looks at himself in the cheval-glass._) No; confound it, this face of mine will never do--it might be known. I want a pair of whiskers to hide it. Ecod, I've hit it again. This chair--(_takes knife from table and cuts open the stuffed seat of the chair_)--there's enough hair in it to whisker a regiment of Turks. (_Pulls a handful of the hair out of the chair-seat, goes to the chimney-glass and arranges it round his chin so as to look like a pair of large whiskers._) _Enter from room, R., MARY WHITE, still dressed as a young man, and drying her hands with a towel._ MARY. (_Aside and laughing._) Heavens, what a figure. WID. Hem! A----I beg your pardon--but you seem--a--eh---- MARY. Exactly. And who are you? WID. Me--I--a--ah--I'm--a--the waiter--from the tavern. MARY. Perhaps, then, you can tell me where I can find Mr. Widgetts? WID. Not exactly. You've particular business with him? MARY. Rather. In fact--I don't mind telling you--I'm one of the detective police. WID. (_Alarmed._) You!--a gentleman? MARY. Oh, yes, we go about in all manner of disguises, when we want to pick up a shy bird. Now, I'm looking for Widgetts, and I shouldn't mind giving five pounds if you could tell me where to lay my hand upon him. (_Lays her hand on Widgetts' shoulder, who starts._) WID. Ah! Ha, ha, ha! Five pounds! Is it a--very serious business, eh? MARY. Merely a hanging matter. WID. Nothing more? (_Aside._) The dreadful deed's discovered. I'll be off. Hem, well, I'll go and look after Mr. Widgetts. MARY. No, no; you must stop here. I've no doubt I shall want you presently. _Enter MADEMOISELLE CHERI BOUNCE, L._ CHERI. I beg pardon. WID. (_Aside._) Zounds! Ma'amselle Cheri Bounce. CHERI. I expected to meet a gent--Mr. Widgetts. MARY. Who invited you to supper? (_Crosses to L._) WID. (_Aside._) How did the fellow know that? MARY. My friend, Widgetts, has been obliged to leave home rather suddenly, but he has left me here to perform the agreeable for him. Supper, you see, is waiting, Ma'amselle. WID. (_Coming forward._) Allow me to observe---- MARY. Lay the table. WID. (_Aside._) The rascal's not going to eat my supper! (_Lays the table, C._) CHERI. (_Aside._) Really a very nice young man. MARY. My name is Spraggs--Spraggs, ma'amselle. Like my friend, Widgetts, I'm dotingly fond of the girls--aw--paws'itive fact--can't help it, never could, and don't think I ever shall. Let me take your shawl. (_Takes off Cheri Bounce's shawl._) A divine figure--demme! WID. (_Coming between them._) Allow me to observe---- MARY. Lay the table, waiter.