What-- (Pause) Well, it's infernally awkward, Sergeant.... The Mayor's in a regular stew.... (Listens) New constable? I should think so! Young fool! Look here, Martin, the only thing to do is to hear the charge here at once. I've sent for Mr Chantrey; he's on his way. Bring Mr Builder and the witnesses round sharp. See? And, I say, for God's sake keep it dark. Don't let the Press get on to it. Why you didn't let him go home--! Black eye? The constable? Well, serve him right. Blundering young ass! I mean, it's undermining all authority.... Well, you oughtn't--at least, I... Damn it all!--it's a nine days' wonder if it gets out--! All right! As soon as you can. (He hangs up the receiver, puts a second chair behind the bureau, and other chairs facing it.) (To himself) Here's a mess! Johnny Builder, of all men! What price Mayors! The telephone rings. Hallo?... Poaching charge? Well, bring him too; only, I say, keep him back till the other's over. By the way, Mr Chantrey's going shooting. He'll want to get off by eleven. What?.. Righto! As he hangs up the receiver the MAYOR enters. He looks worried, and is still dressed with the indefinable wrongness of a burgher. (MAYOR: Well, 'Arris?) They'll be over in five minutes, Mr Mayor. (MAYOR: Mr Chantrey?) On his way, sir.

Harris Monologue from A Family Man : in three acts

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