ALCAR. I should be sorry to interfere with Mr. Texel's amusement, but I think the moment has now come for me to make a disclosure. When I was approached as to this affair I consulted Mr. Cyrus Carve first, he being the sole surviving relative of his cousin. That seemed to me to be the natural and proper course to adopt. Mr. Cyrus Carve gave me a very important piece of information, and it is solely on the strength of that information that I have invited you all to come here this afternoon. (He looks at CYRUS.) CYRUS. (Clearing his throat, to EBAG and CARVE.) Of course, you'll argue that after thirty-five years absence it's a wise man that can recognize his own cousin. I'm absolutely convinced in my own mind that you (scorn-fully to CARVE) are not my cousin. But then, you'll tell me that men have been hung before now on the strength of sworn identification that proved afterwards to be mistaken. I admit it. I admit that in theory I may be wrong. (With increased grim sarcasm.) I admit that in theory the original Mrs. Shawn may be wrong. Everything's possible, especially with a bully of a K.C. cross-examining you, and a judge turning you into 'copy' for Punch. But I've got something up my sleeve that will settle the whole affair instantly, to the absolute satisfaction of both plaintiff and defendant. CARVE. My dear fellow, why not have told us this exciting news earlier? CYRUS. Why not? (Glowering at CARVE.) Because I wanted you to commit yourself completely beyond any withdrawing. I decided what sort of man you were the moment I first set eyes on you, and when I heard of this law case, I said to myself that I'd come forward as a witness, but I shouldn't give any evidence away in advance. I said to myself I'd show you up once and for all in full court. However, his lordship prevailed on me. CARVE. Well? CYRUS. When my cousin and I were boys I've seen him with his shirt off. CARVE. True. And he's seen you with yours off. CYRUS. Now just here (pointing to left front neck below collar), just below his collar, my cousin Ilam Carve had two moles close together--one was hairy and the other wasn't. My cousin was very proud of them. CARVE. Oh! CYRUS. (Ferociously sarcastic.) I suppose you'll say you've had them removed? CARVE. (Casually.) No. Not precisely. CYRUS. Can you show them? CARVE. (Very casually.) Of course. TEXEL. (Slapping his knee.) Great! Great! CYRUS. (Staggered but obstinate.) Well, let's have a look at them. ALCAR. (To JANET.) Then doubtless you are familiar with this double phenomenon, Mrs. X? JANET. Yes. But he isn't so proud of his moles now as he used to be when he was a boy. ALCAR. Now, gentlemen, you see how beautifully clear the situation is. By one simple act we shall arrive at a definite and final result, and we shall have avoided all the noise and scandal of a public trial. Mr. X, will you oblige us very much by taking your collar off?