Granillo. You didn’t———
Brandon. Hip! Hip!—hip pocket!
[Granillo feels in hip pocket, with the same result.
Granillo. You didn’t———
Brandon, Look again. Look again!
[Granillo repeats entire performance, which lasts nearly a minute. This time, also, he brings out his wallet and looks in that.
Granillo (hoarsely). You didn’t give it to me. I never had it.
Brandon (looking at him with a kind of calm rage). I gave it into your hand.
Granillo. You didn’t. I never had it.
Brandon. I gave it into your hand!
Granillo. See if you’ve got it.
Brandon. I haven’t got it, I tell you. Where is it?
[Goes up towards sideboard. Commences rapidly and desperately searching himself with his back to audience. Commences banging on chest in sudden terrible rage.
Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?
Granillo. Shshshsh! I put it in my waistcoat pocket.
Brandon (shouting). You put it in your waistcoat pocket! You put it in your waistcoat pocket! Where is it now? Where is it now?
[Rupert has quietly entered, and is standing in doorway.
Rupert. My dear Brandon. What have you lost?
[There is a long pause as both glare into Rupert’s eyes, and he looks coolly at them.
Brandon (his hands still on chest after the last blow). My temper, Rupert. Sorry, Granno.
Granillo (very nervously and going over to give himself another drink). That’s all right.
Rupert. Oh———(hobbling down C.). I hope I’m not interfering.
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