HIRST. Well, upon my word, Somers--you're not as sharp as I thought you.
SOMERS. What do you mean?
HIRST. Why, that I was the ghost George saw. (_Crosses to L. C._) By
Jove, he _was_ in a funk! I followed him to the door and overheard his
description of what he'd seen, then I burst in myself and pretended I'd
seen it too. I'm going to win that, bet--(_VOICES heard. Crosses to R._)
Look out, they're coming back. (_Sits._)