BOY'S VOICE. [In a forceful whisper] Johnny Builder! BUILDER stirs uneasily. The Boy's head vanishes. BUILDER, raising his other hand, makes a sweep before his face, as if to brush away a mosquito. He wakes. Takes in remembrance, and sits a moment staring gloomily before him. The door from the hall is opened and TOPPING comes in with a long envelope in his hand. TOPPING. [Approaching] From the "Comet," sir. Proof of your interview, sir; will you please revise, the messenger says; he wants to take it back at once. BUILDER. [Taking it] All right. I'll ring. TOPPING. Shall I close in, sir? BUILDER. Not now. TOPPING withdraws. BUILDER turns up a standard lamp on the table, opens the envelope, and begins reading the galley slip. The signs of uneasiness and discomfort grow on him. BUILDER. Did I say that? Muck! Muck! [He drops the proof, sits a moment moving his head and rubbing one hand uneasily on the surface of the table, then reaches out for the telephone receiver] Town, 245. [Pause] The "Comet"? John Builder. Give me the Editor. [Pause] That you, Mr Editor? John Builder speaking. That interview. I've got the proof. It won't do. Scrap the whole thing, please. I don't want to say anything. [Pause] Yes. I know I said it all; I can't help that. [Pause] No; I've changed my mind. Scrap it, please. [Pause] No, I will not say anything. [Pause] You can say what you dam' well please. [Pause] I mean it; if you put a word into my mouth, I'll sue you for defamation of character. It's undignified muck. I'm tearing it up. Good-night. [He replaces the receiver, and touches a bell; then, taking up the galley slip, he tears it viciously across into many pieces, and rams them into the envelope.] TOPPING enters. Here, give this to the messenger-sharp, and tell him to run with it. TOPPING. [Whose hand can feel the condition of the contents, with a certain surprise] Yes, sir. He goes, with a look back from the door. The Mayor is here, sir. I don't know whether you would wish BUILDER, rising, takes a turn up and down the room. BUILDER. Nor do I. Yes! I'll see him. TOPPING goes out, and BUILDER stands over by the fender, with his head a little down. TOPPING. [Re-entering] The Mayor, sir. He retires up Left. The MAYOR is overcoated, and carries, of all things, a top hat. He reaches the centre of the room before he speaks. MAYOR. [Embarrassed] Well, Builder? BUILDER. Well? MAYOR. Come! That caution of mine was quite parliamentary. I 'ad to save face, you know. BUILDER. And what about my face? MAYOR. Well, you--you made it difficult for me. 'Ang it all! Put yourself into my place! BUILDER. [Grimly] I'd rather put you into mine, as it was last night.