But since Mrs. O'Connell is dead what is the excuse for a
scandal?
_At this unpleasant dig into the subject of their thoughts the three
other men stir uncomfortably._
HORSHAM. Because the inquest is unavoidable ... apparently.
WEDGECROFT. [_Suddenly letting fly._] I declare I'd I'd have risked penal
servitude and given a certificate, but just before the end O'Connell would
call in old Fielding Andrews, who has moral scruples about everything--it's
his trademark--and of course about this...!
FARRANT. Was he told of the whole business?
WEDGECROFT. No ... O'Connell kept things up before him. Well ... the woman
was dying.
HORSHAM. Couldn't you have kept the true state of the case from Sir
Fielding?
WEDGECROFT. And been suspected of the malpractice myself if he'd found it
out? ... which he would have done ... he's no fool. Well ... I thought of
trying that....
FARRANT. My dear Wedgecroft ... how grossly quixotic! You have a duty to
yourself.
HORSHAM. [_Rescuing the conversation from unpleasantness._] I'm afraid I
feel that our position to-night is most irregular, Wedgecroft.
WEDGECROFT. Still if you can make O'Connell see reason. And if you all
can't.... [_He frowns at the alternative._]
CANTELUPE. Didn't you say she came to you first of all?
WEDGECROFT. I met her one morning at Trebell's.
FARRANT. Actually _at_ Trebell's!
WEDGECROFT.
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