Bradley. Me?

Mrs. Bradley. What?

Yardsley. Certainly. There's nothing the matter with Barlow, andhe's cast for Featherhead. You've learned the wrong part!

Bradley (searching his pockets). Here's the telegram. There (takesmessage from pocket), read that. There are my instructions.

Yardsley (grasps telegram and reads it. Drops it to floor). Well,I'll be jiggered!

[Buries his face inside his hands.