Why, it wasn't until the old lady dropped in to have a cup of
tea with us that I felt sure my husband's name really was Carve.
ALCAR. Then you hadn't credited his story before?
JANET. Well, it wanted some crediting, didn't it?
CYRUS. (With intention.) You only began to credit it after Mr. Ebag
had called and paid you the sum of L500 in cash.
JANET. (After a slight pause, calmly.) Oh! So you know about that, do
you?
CARVE. (To CYRUS, genially.) Cousin, if you continue in that strain
I shall have to take you out on to the doormat and assault you.
EBAG. I should like to say----
CYRUS. (Interrupting grimly.) Lord Leonard, isn't it time that this
ceased?
TEXEL. (Heartily amused.) But why? I'm enjoying every minute of it.
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.
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