TREMAYNE. This Mr. Baxter seems to be a curious man.
DIVENISH (_absently_). Yes, he is rather odd. (_Looking at his
watch_.) I wonder if I----(_To_ TREMAYNE.) I suppose you won't
be-- (_He stops suddenly. A slight tapping noise comes from the room
where they keep umbrellas_.)
TREMAYNE. What's that!
(_The tapping noise is repeated, a little more loudly this time.
DEVENISH moves to end of table_.)
DEVENISH. Come in.
(_The door opens and_ BAXTER _comes in nervously, holding his
bowler hat in his hand. He moves towards the swing doors_.)
BAXTER (_apologetically_). Oh, I just--(TREMAYNE _stands up_)
--I just--(_He goes back again_.)
DEVENISH (_springing across the room_). Baxter!
(_The door opens nervously again and BAXTER'S head appears round it_.)
Come in, Baxter, old man; you're just the very person I wanted.
(BAXTER _comes in carefully_. DEVENISH _closes the door_.)
Good man. (_To_ TREMAYNE, _taking_ BAXTER _down_ R.,
_and placing his arm round his shoulders_.) This is Mr. Baxter that
I was telling you about.
(BAXTER _removes_ DEVENISH'S _arm from his shoulders_.
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