The YOUNG CLERK goes out.
GILMAN. As I told you, sir, I've been followin' this case. It's what
you might call piquant. And I should be very glad if it came about that
this helped Captain Dancy. I take an interest, because, to tell you the
truth, [Confidentially] I don't like--well, not to put too fine a point
upon it 'Ebrews. They work harder; they're more sober; they're honest;
and they're everywhere. I've nothing against them, but the fact is--they
get on so.
TWISDEN. [Cocking an eye] A thorn in the flesh, Mr Gilman.
GILMAN. Well, I prefer my own countrymen, and that's the truth of it.
As he speaks, GRAVITER comes in by the door Left Forward.
TWISDEN. [Pointing to the newspaper and the note] Mr Gilman has brought
this, of which he is holder for value. His customer, who changed it
three days ago, is coming up.
GRAVITER. The fifty-pounder. I see. [His face is long and reflective].
YOUNG CLERK. [Entering] Mr Ricardos, sir.
He goes out. RICARDOS is a personable, Italian-looking man in a
frock coat, with a dark moustachioed face and dark hair a little
grizzled. He looks anxious, and bows.
TWISDEN. Mr Ricardos? My name is Jacob Twisden.
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