C- Christopher Tietjens

Mac- MacMaster

V- Valentine Wannop

D – Duchemin

 

 

V: Well, what about Gertie?

C: Gertie, too, as far as yesterday is concerned, but I'd get her out from your attic, if she's on the run from the Metropolitan Police, which she is.

C: Parry? Good God, it's Parry, the Bermondsey light-middleweight!

V: Mr Macmaster seems to know him, too.

C: He taught me to box at Cambridge.

D: Good morning... Doctor.

Mac: I- I'm not a doctor.

D: Yes... Yes. The stethoscope packed in the hat left in the hall. And your friend? Another medical man? It takes two doctors, of course, to certify a lunatic. Ah, Parry. Sole fillets - very good! Kidneys to follow.