MR. POSKET.
That"s true--it is hard, when the police are doing anything, that they should be obstructed.
_LUGG enters._
LUGG.
[_Attempting to conceal some annoyance._] Your necktie, sir.
MR. POSKET.
S-ssh!
MR. WORMINGTON.
[_To himself._] Then he _came_ without one--dear me!
LUGG.
[_Clapping down a paper parcel on the table._] As near like Mr.
Wormington"s as possible--brighter if anything.
MR. POSKET.
[_Opening the parcel, and finding a very common, gaudy neckkerchief._]
Good gracious! What a horrible affair!
LUGG.
According to my information, sir--like Mr. Wormington"s.
MR. POSKET.
Mr. Wormington would never be seen in such an abominable colour.
MR. WORMINGTON.
Well--really--I--[_Removing the handkerchief from his throat._] I am extremely sorry.
MR. POSKET.
My dear Wormington!
MR. WORMINGTON.
I happen to be wearing something similar--the first time for five-and-twenty years.
MR. POSKET.
Oh, I beg your pardon. [_To himself._] Everything seems against me.
LUGG.
One-and-nine it come to, sir. [_Producing the paper packet of money and laying it upon the table._] And I brought back all the money you gave me, thinking you"d like to look over it quietly. Really, sir, I never showed up smaller in any shop in all my life!
MR. POSKET.
Upon my word. First one and then another! What _is_ wrong with the money. [_Opens the packet._] Twopence! [_To himself._] That man Wyke will tell all to Agatha! Oh, everything is against me.
[_LUGG has opened the door, taken a card from some one outside, and handed it to MR. WORMINGTON._
MR. WORMINGTON.
From cell No. 3.
[_Handing the card to MR. POSKET._
MR. POSKET.
[_Reading._] "Dear Posket, for the love of goodness see me before the sitting of the Court. Alexander Lukyn." Poor dear Lukyn! What on earth shall I do?
MR. WORMINGTON.
Such a course would be most unusual.
MR. POSKET.
Everything is unusual. Your cravat is unusual. This prisoner is invited to dine at my house to-day--that"s peculiar. He is my wife"s first husband"s only child"s G.o.d-father--that"s a little out of the ordinary.
MR. WORMINGTON.
The charge is so serious!
MR. POSKET.
But I am a man as well as a magistrate, advise me, Wormington, advise me!
MR. WORMINGTON.
Well--you can apply to yourself for permission to grant Colonel Lukyn"s request.
MR. POSKET.
[_Hastily scribbling on LUKYN"S card._] I do--I do--and after much conflicting argument I consent to see Colonel Lukyn here, immediately.
[_Handing the card to MR. WORMINGTON who pa.s.ses it to LUGG, who then goes out._] Don"t leave me, Wormington--you must stand by me to see that I remain calm, firm, and judicial. [_He hastily puts on the red necktie in an untidy manner._] Poor Lukyn, I must sink the friend in the magistrate, and in dealing with his errors apply the scourge to myself. [_To MR. WORMINGTON._] Wormington, tap me on the shoulder when I am inclined to be more than usually unusual.
[_MR. WORMINGTON stands behind him, and LUGG enters with LUKYN.
LUKYN"S dress-clothes are much soiled and disordered, and he, too, has a small strip of plaster upon the bridge of his nose. There is a constrained pause, LUKYN and MR. POSKET both cough._