Brandon. All right, then. You come and tell them (Comes down to fire and puts coal on it.) You’re all right aren’t you?
Granillo (rising and going to door). Yes. Quite.
Brandon (still poking fire, and stopping Granillo at door). One moment, Granno.
Granillo. Yes.
Brandon. Shut the door.
Granillo (shutting it). Yes.
Brandon. You’ve got that little ticket, haven’t you? You’d better give it me and we’ll destroy it right away now.
Granillo. What ticket?
Brandon. Ronald’s ticket.
Granillo (vaguely, only half realising the significance of what he has been asked). What Ronald’s ticket?
Brandon (tersely, yet still quite coolly). Oh, don’t dither, Granno. Ronald’s ticket, Ronald’s Coliseum ticket.
Granillo. Ronald’s Coliseum ticket?
Brandon. Sh! Not so loud, you fool. Yes.
Granillo, I haven’t got the Coliseum ticket.
Brandon. Don’t be a fool, Granno. I gave it to you.
Granillo. You didn’t give it to me.
Brandon (clenching his hands and looking at the other). Granno!
Granillo (almost simultaneously). Wait! (He plunges his thumb into the waistcoat pocket where the ticket was. Pause. Does the same with other thumb in opposite pocket. Pause. Then in the right waistcoat pocket beneath, then quickly to the left. Looks at Brandon.)
Brandon. Granno!
[Granillo goes through all four waistcoat pockets again rapidly and in a panic. Looks at Brandon. Goes through two coat pockets, inside pockets, trousers pockets. Turns them out. Coat pockets again. Comes back to waistcoat pocket.
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