WALTER (_off, calls_). I say--let me out! JACK. Now if I had not known, I should have said that was Walter. The voice was a trifle thick at starting, but now its identical. WALTER (_off_). Let me out. (_Loud knocking._) JACK. I suppose I’ll have to. (_He goes and unlocks door and returns to R. front--WALTER comes out._) WALTER. What is the meaning of all this? JACK. That’s exactly what I want to know. WALTER. Locking a fellow in a bedroom. JACK (_aside_). Calls itself a fellow and knows it’s a bedroom! WALTER. I feel as stupid (_he is still half-stunned_) as an owl. Where is Stella? JACK. Knows about Stella! WALTER. What are you muttering? JACK. Knows I’m muttering! WALTER. Well? JACK. Well. WALTER. Why the devil don’t you speak? JACK. Knows there’s a devil! I really don’t quite know what to do with you till your creator returns. WALTER. What?--How? JACK. What or how--same thing. This is a pretty pickle, Mr. Cyril Davidson. WALTER. Mr. _What_? JACK. Of course you don’ know your name yet; that is what you were christened, Cyril Davidson, so I call you Cyril Davidson. WALTER. Oh, you do, do you? that’s very clever of you. My mind’s a blank, I can’t remember what happened before I woke up on that chair. JACK. No one remembers what happened before they were born. WALTER (_bangs a book down on table_). Oh, damned nonsense! JACK. I wonder what you think of the world now you’ve come into it; what are your general impressions of mankind? WALTER. Was this why you locked me in the bedroom? JACK. Exactly. WALTER. And are you going to keep this up? JACK. Decidedly. WALTER. I can’t see much sense in it myself; however, if it pleases you--I’m going to have some lunch. (_Goes up to table in recess._) JACK (_calls up_). Mr. Davidson! (_No answer._) I’ve made it angry. (_Calls._) Mr. Davidson--I say, Davidson--Mr. Cyril Davidson--sir,--oh, it’s in a pet and declines to answer me. (_STELLA enters D. in F._) STELLA. Jack, a boy brought this. (_Gives note._) JACK (_tears it open_). Jobbins is something like a detective. “Just seen Mr. Everest, he is running. Jobbins.” STELLA. Running? JACK. The electric individual is in there. STELLA. You let it out? What is it doing? JACK. Lunching. WALTER (_at table in alcove, mixing salad_). Nothing here but salad! (_With beer bottle._) Beer, who wants beer? JACK. Knows all about everything! STELLA. It’s been listening in the cupboard before it lived. (_Pause and then asks._) Should we speak to it? JACK. It’s very bad-tempered, but I daresay it won’t hurt you. (_They go up._) I say, Davidson! WALTER. Bah! (_They start back._) STELLA. Poor thing! tell it it’s amongst friends. (_They again approach._) JACK. This young lady is very anxious to make your acquaintance, Mr. Davidson! (_WALTER smashes crockery with a beer bottle; they start and come down in fright, then approach again._) STELLA. Please, Mr. Davidson!