STELLA. It doesn’t seem to like being nipped. JACK. In the interests of science I’m going to bleed it. (_Loud groans._) Give me a carving knife. (_Groans._) (_MRS. ANDERSON has entered and come down--sees WALTER, screams. They start._) MRS. ANDERSON. The gent I does for came down the other stair from the bedroom (_pointing L._) and is in the kitchen premises at this here identical period of time. JACK. What! _Is_ he? MRS. ANDERSON. Here have I been a-doing for two twins at the price of one. JACK (_bustles MRS. ANDERSON to D. in F._). Send Mr. Everest up at once! (_Exit MRS. ANDERSON._) JACK. Now to make an end of this fiend! (_WALTER, who has been watching them as well as he could, now pretends to be dead._) Hullo! I don’t think I’ll want any instruments, it’s passing away! (_Business._) Not breathing! (_Looks at watch._) It’s eyes are closed. Oh! it’s run down. I believe we’d be quite safe to unbind it. Just help me with this rope. Let it pass away quietly on the sofa. There is something pathetic even in the death of a doll. (_They unbind WALTER and raise him, he opens his eyes and bounds upon JACK--commotion._) Confound it, it’s living again! (_STELLA runs in room R., JACK runs in room L._) WALTER (_as JACK looks in L., and STELLA looks in R._). I say! (_They at once withdraw._) Jack! Stella! (_Heads appear again._) I say! Jack! (_Heads disappear._) Come out, you bounder! (_Heads appear._) Why are you making such idiots of yourselves? JACK (_coming in_). Who are you? WALTER. Walter Everest. JACK. The other fellow said that. WALTER. I _am_ the other fellow. JACK. Then I’ve let the automaton escape! WALTER. Escape? JACK. _It_ must be in the kitchen now! WALTER. I have a particularly heavy poker in my room, I’ll just fetch it. JACK. And then? WALTER. We’ll see what then! (_Has gone into bedroom L._) JACK. This _is_ a nice muddle! What asses we’ve been! STELLA. Yes, haven’t we? JACK. By Jove! we have. (_AUTOMATON comes in D. in F., followed by MRS. ANDERSON with a telegram--they both go quickly into drawing-room R._) MRS. ANDERSON (_calling as she goes_). Telegrapheram, Mr. Everest, sir! STELLA (_down L. with JACK points up to them as they go out_). Jack! look! (_Piano is smashed off R._) Oh, what’s that? JACK. That’s the piano! (_Glass is smashed off R._) That’s the three gold-fish in the bowl! (_WALTER with poker enters L._) MRS. ANDERSON (_off_). Oh, help! (_She rushes in from R. in a fainting condition and gasps._) Mr. Everest have fell out of the window into the street! WALTER. Mrs. Anderson, I am here. (_She gives a loud yell of fright in his face and rushes into bedroom L. STELLA hastens after her._) WALTER. There’s going to be no mistake this time, I’m going after it myself. (_Exit D. in F._) (_JOBBINS enters D. in F., his hat bashed, a black eye, and one arm in a sling. He is in a miserable condition._) JACK. Great goodness! Jobbins! JOBBINS. What’s left of him, sir!