Yardsley. 0f course I did. And why not? There are seats in boxes.Didn't you know that?

Barlow. Look here, Yardsley, what's up, anyhow? You've been deucedqueer to-day. What are you after?

Yardsley (tragically). Shall I confide in you? Can I, with a senseof confidence that you will not betray me?

Barlow (eagerly). Yes, Bob. Go on. What is it? I'll never giveyou away, and I _may_ be able to give you some good advice.

Yardsley. I am here to--to--to rob the house! Business has beenbad, and one must live. [Barlow looks at him in disgust.

Yardsley (mockingly). You have my secret, Harold Barlow. Rememberthat it was wrung from me in confidence. You must not betray me.Turn your back while I surreptitiously remove the piano and the gas-fixtures, won't you?