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 500 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 a.s.sault 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 amus.e.m.e.nt, 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?
JANET. (Jumping up.) Please, there"s just one little thing. (To CARVE.) Wait a moment, dear. (To EBAG.) Mr. Ebag, how many of those pictures did you sell to Mr. Texel?
EBAG. Fifteen.
JANET. And you made a profit of over four hundred pounds on each?
TEXEL. (Boisterously--laughing to EBAG.) You did?
JANET. Fifteen times four hundred--that makes--how much does it make?
TEXEL. Six thousand, madam. Thirty thousand dollars. Great!
JANET. (To EBAG.) Don"t you think we deserve some of that, as it were?
EBAG. Madam, I shall be delighted to pay you five thousand four hundred pounds. That will be equivalent to charging you a nominal commission of ten per cent.
JANET. Thank you.
CARVE. I won"t touch a penny of their wretched money.
JANET. (Sweetly.) I wouldn"t dream of asking you to, dearest. I shall touch it. Goodness knows what street we shall be in after this affair--and with my brewery shares gone simply all to pieces! Now, dearest, you can take it off. (She resumes her seat.)
CARVE. (Lightly.) I"m hanged if I do!
ALCAR. But, my dear Mr. X!
CARVE. (Lightly.) I"m dashed if I take my collar off.
CYRUS. (Triumphant.) Ha! I knew it.
CARVE. Why should I offer my skin to the inspection of two individuals in whom I haven"t the slightest interest? They"ve quarrelled about me, but is that a reason why I should undress myself? Let me say again, I"ve no desire whatever to prove that I am Ilam Carve.
ALCAR. But surely to oblige us immensely, Mr. X, you will consent to give just one extra performance of an operation which, in fact, you accomplish three hundred and sixty-five times every year without any disastrous results.
CARVE. I don"t look at it like that. Already my fellow-citizens, expressing their conviction that I was a great artist, have buried me in Westminster Abbey--not because I was a great artist, but because I left a couple of hundred thousand pounds for a public object. And now my fellow-citizens, here a.s.sembled, want me to convince them that I am a great artist by taking my collar off. I won"t do it. I simply will not do it. It"s too English. If any person wishes to be convinced that I"m an artist and not a mountebank, let him look at my work (pointing vaguely to a picture), because that"s all the proof that I mean to offer. If he is blind or shortsighted I regret it, but my neck isn"t going to help him.
TEXEL. Brilliant! Then we shall have the trial after all.
CYRUS. Yes, but your brilliant friend will be on his way to South America before then.
JANET. (Sweetly to CYRUS.) I a.s.sure you it"s quite true about those moles. That"s why he wears those collars.
CYRUS. (Grimly.) No doubt.... (Repeating.) Nevertheless he"ll be on his way to South America.
CARVE. (Gaily.) Or Timbuctoo.