immediately snatches it up, also snatches up a tea-towel, wipes frantically the cup and the plate, and thrusts them into the cupboard. Meanwhile Linton is getting into a very shabby overcoat and tweed cap, in which he looks the picture of down-at-heel gentility. A door slams below. Both men stand listening while heavy steps begin slowly to ascend far-below stairs.)
Benn.—It's 'er, as sure as death. For God's sake, Mr. Linton, get out of 'ere!
Linton.—How can I? She'll meet me on the stairs.
Benn (hysterically).—Get out, I s'y. 'Ide in the passage. It's dark. Flatten yourself against the wall. She's at the second flight now! (He pushes Linton into the passage, softly shuts the door on him, and stands listening, with beating heart. The steps draw nearer; they pause for a moment out-
