pan class="pagenum">[Pg 15]and saw Daisy—Faust, I mean—came out—had a drink—I told Tully I couldn’t find my key—I suppose he thought I said key-hole—he offered me a shake-down and I stayed there. And I think such a clear explanation ought to satisfy anyone.

PAMELA (doubtfully). Yes, I suppose so.

JOHN (going to fireplace). Then everything is quite in order? (Very satisfied.)

(TULLYsighs.)

PAMELA (doubtfully). Y—y—es, y—y—es, except (picking up JOHN’Scoat with left hand) could either of you explain this?

JOHN (coming down to PAMELA). That’s my coat!

PAMELA. No (taking necklace from pocket with right hand and holding it up) this!

(Pause—JOHNand TULLYboth amazed.)

TULLY. Oh, that’s nothing to do with me.

JOHN. What is it, dear? What is it?

PAMELA. A pearl necklace. (turning to TULLY) I suppose you don’t wear pearl necklaces, do you, Mr. Tully?

TULLY. No, no!

JOHN. I can tell you all about that, dear. I saw that in a shop window and I picked it up very cheaply. I’m sure it’s a bargain.

PAMELA. And who was it intended for, may I ask?

JOHN. Who should I buy pearl necklaces for?

PAMELA. For me—for me, I suppose. (Boiling with rage and throwing coat up to setteeC.)

J