Why, Jennie!
Yardsley (staggering into chair). That settles it. It's all up with
me. [Jennie sobs, and, rising, rushes to Yardsley's side.
Jennie. Save yourself; he's going to kill you!
Dorothy. Jennie! What is the meaning of this? Mr. Yardsley--can--
can you shed any light on this mystery?
Yardsley (pulling himself together with a great effort). I? I
assure you I can't, Miss Andrews. How could I? All I know is that
somebody is--is going to kill me, though for what I haven't the
slightest idea.
Jennie (indignantly). Eh? What! Why, Mr. Yardsley--Bob!
Barlow. Bob?
Dorothy. Jennie! Bob?
Yardsley. Don't you call me Bob.
Jennie. It's Hicks. [Bursts out crying.
Barlow. Hicks?
Dorothy. Jennie, Hicks isn't Bob. His name--is George.
Yardsley (in a despairing rage). Hicks be--
Dorothy. Mr. Yardsley!
Yardsley (pulling himself together again). Bobbed. Hicks be Bobbed.
That's what I was going to say.
Dorothy. What on earth does this all mean? I must have an
explanation, Jennie. What have you to say for yourself?
Jennie. Why, I--
Yardsley.
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