The Grand Cham's Diamond: A Play in One ActMonkhouse, Allan
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The Grand Cham's Diamond: A Play in One Act
Monkhouse, Allan
English drama -- 20th century; One-act plays
MR PERKINS
He’s gone.
MISS PERKINS
Oh! Albert!
ALBERT
Where’s the diamond?
MR PERKINS
It was in the clock.
ALBERT
The clock? Where is it?
MISS PERKINS
Oh! Albert!
MR PERKINS
’E’s taken it. ’E’s got the clock.
MRS PERKINS
Nay, ’e ’asn’t.
[_She produces the clock from under her petticoats._
MR PERKINS
Well, I’m blowed!
MISS PERKINS
Oh, Ma!
ALBERT
What is it? Have you got it?
MRS PERKINS
I’ve got it right enough.
[_She carries the clock to the chimneypiece, opens it, and takes out
the diamond._
Will that gentleman come back?
ALBERT
No, he won’t.
MRS PERKINS
How d’ y’ know?
ALBERT
I know.
MRS PERKINS
Polly, just put that blind back, will yer? I don’t like bein’ too
public.
MISS PERKINS
Oh! I daren’t.
ALBERT
Now, ma’am, give it to me.
MRS PERKINS
Eh?
ALBERT
Let’s have it. Quick.
MRS PERKINS
Where d’ you come in, Albert?
ALBERT
Come on. This’ll be the making o’ me.
MRS PERKINS
O’ me too, I ’ope. But ’adn’t we all better be movin’?
MISS PERKINS
Where to, Ma?
MRS PERKINS
Out at the back door. Pack a few things in a bag.
ALBERT
What are y’ up to? Whad’ y’r mean?
MRS PERKINS
Now, Albert, there’s no time to make explanations. We’re all in at this,
aren’t we?
ALBERT
Well--in a way. But look here----
MRS PERKINS
South America’s the place, isn’t it? D’ y’ know anythin’ o’ the
sailin’s! Or ’ad we better cross to France? Better take the midnight
train somewhere.
ALBERT
Has she gone dotty?
MRS PERKINS
Y’re all asleep. Come on, Polly. A few things in a bag. Now, Pa. Better
put this light out p’raps. Is the front door shut? Look at the
time-table, Pa.
[_She is making for the door when Albert intercepts her._
ALBERT
Give me the diamond. I dunno what y’re talkin’ about.
MRS PERKINS
Nay, I stick to this.
ALBERT
You can’t! What nonsense! Give it here! This job’s the making o’ me.
Let’s have it.
MRS PERKINS
Nay, it’s mine an’ I’ll stick to it.
ALBERT
Yours!
MRS PERKINS
Yes. Dimonds like this belongs to them as can get ’em. Nobody’s honest
with things like this. I got it an’ y’ shall all share. But it’s mine.
It’s mine. Eh! It’s a beauty. I’d stick to this if all the p’lice in
London was after me.
ALBERT
Y’d do what?
MRS PERKINS
Ay, an’ Scotland Yard too.
ALBERT
Bah! _I_’m Scotland Yard.
MRS PERKINS
What!
MISS PERKINS
Oh! Albert!
ALBERT
Didn’t y’ know? Didn’t y’ guess? Didn’t y’ understand? What did y’ take
me for?
MRS PERKINS
D’y mean to say----?
ALBERT
I mean t’ say it’s ’igh time I was on my way back with this dimond. The
gang’s all rounded up by this time.
MISS PERKINS
The gang?
MR PERKINS
That feller was one of ’em, then? Where is he?
ALBERT
He was copped when he left ’ere. Y’ didn’t know y’r ’ouse was
surrounded.
MRS PERKINS
But ’ow did the dimond come ’ere? ’Oo threw it in?
ALBERT
I did.
MISS PERKINS
You!
MR PERKINS
You did!
ALBERT
I did that.
MR PERKINS
Why?
ALBERT
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