May I ask to whom you're referring? There are so many men in the world. In fact, it's very over-crowded. JAMES. Who are you, I should like to know? JOHN. [_Politely._] My name is Halliwell. I had the pleasure of meeting you at Basil's rooms in Bloomsbury. JAMES. [_Aggressively._] I know that. JOHN. I beg your pardon. I thought you were asking for information. JAMES. I tell you I want to see my brother-in-law. JOHN. I'm afraid you can't. JAMES. I tell you I will see 'im. He's murdered my sister. He's a blackguard and a murderer, and I'll tell him so to his face. JOHN. [_Sarcastic._] Take care he doesn't hear you. JAMES. I want him to hear me. I'm not frightened of him. I should just like to see him touch me now. [_He sidles viciously to_ JOHN.] H'm, you tried to keep me out, did yer? Said I couldn't come to my sister's 'ouse--and kept me waitin' in the 'all like a tradesman. Oh, I'll make you all pay for this. I'll get my own back now. Measley set of West End curs, that's all you are. JOHN. Mr. Bush, you'll be so good as to keep a civil tongue in your mouth while you're here--and you'll talk less loudly. JAMES. [_Scornfully._] Who says so? JOHN. [_Looking at him quietly._] I do. JAMES. [_Less decisively._] Don't you try and bully me. JOHN. [_Pointing to a chair._] Won't you sit down? JAMES. No, I won't sit down. This ain't the 'ouse that a gentleman would sit down in. I'll be even with 'im yet. I'll tell the jury a pretty story. He deserves to be strung up, he does. JOHN. I can't tell you how extremely sorry I am for what has happened. JAMES. Oh, don't try and get round me. JOHN. Really, Mr. Bush, you have no reason to be indignant with me. JAMES. Well, I don't think much of you, any 'ow. JOHN. I'm very sorry. Last time we met I thought you a very amiable person. Don't you remember, we went and had a drink together? JAMES. I don't say _you_'re not a gentleman. JOHN. [_Taking out his cigar-case._] Won't you have a cigar? JAMES. [_Suspiciously._] Look here, you're not trying to bluff me, are you? JOHN. Certainly not. I wouldn't dream of such a thing. JAMES. [_Taking a cigar._] Larranaga. JOHN. [_With an acid smile._] Nine pounds a hundred. JAMES. That's one and nine apiece, ain't it? JOHN. How quickly you reckon! JAMES. You must be pretty oofy to be able to afford that. JOHN. [_Drily._] It does inspire respect, doesn't it? JAMES. I don't know what you mean by that. But I flatter myself I know a good cigar when I see it. [JOHN _sits down, and_ JAMES BUSH, _without thinking, follows his example_.] JOHN. What d'you think you'll get out of making a row at the inquest? Of course, there'll be an inquest. JAMES. Yes, I know there will. And I'm lookin' forward to it, I can tell you. JOHN. I wouldn't have said that if I'd been you. JAMES.