"(with a bewitching smile) I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the pride of the ring.


Come. Name and address."


I have forgotten for the moment. Ah, yes! (He takes off his high grade hat, saluting.) Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon."

"You have heard of von Bloom Pasha. Umpteen millions. Donnerwetter! Owns half Austria. Egypt. Cousin.



(A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom's hat.)"


(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing a false badge of the Legion of Honour, picks up the card hastily and offers it.) Allow me."

"My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.


(reads) Henry Flower. No fixed abode. Unlawfully watching and besetting.


An alibi. You are cautioned."


(Produces from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower.) This is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I don't know his name. (Plausibly.) You know that old joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The change of name. Virag. (He murmurs privately and confidentially.) We are engaged you see, sergeant."

" Lady in the case. Love entanglement. (He shoulders the second watch gently.) Dash it all. It's a way we gallants have in the navy. Uniform that does it."

"(He turns gravely to the first watch.) Still, of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Drop in some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy. (To the second watch gaily.) I'll introduce you, inspector. She's game. Do it in the shake of a lamb's tail."

" (A dark mercurialised face appears, leading a veiled figure.)


The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of the army.


(thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a copy of the rish Times in her hand, in tone of reproach, pointing)

Henry! Leopold! Lionel, thou lost one! Clear my name.


(sternly) Come to the station." (U15.748)

(Scared, hats himself, steps back, then, plucking at his heart and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) No, no, worshipful master, light of love. Mistaken identity. The Lyons mail."


"and Dubosc. You remember the Childs fratricide case. We medical men. By striking him dead with a hatchet. I am wrongfully accused. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned."


(Sobbing behind her veil.) Breach of promise. My real name is Peggy Griffin. He wrote to me that he was miserable."

"I'll tell my brother, the Bective rugger fullback, on you, heartless flirt."


Gentleman of the jury, let me explain. A pure mare's nest. I am a man misunderstood. I am being made a scapegoat of. I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my character. I live in Eccles street."

"My wife, I am the daughter of a most distinguished commander, a gallant upstanding gentleman,"

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