Enter Parlourmaid, back. PARLOURMAID. You are wanted on the telephone, madam. MRS. CULVER. Oh, Arthur! (Pats him on the shoulder as she goes out.) (Exit Mrs. CulverandParlourmaid, back.) CULVER. Hildegarde, go and see if you can hurry up dinner. HILDEGARDE. No one could. CULVER. Never mind, go and see. (Exit Hildegarde, back.) John, just take these keys, and get some cigars out of the cabinet, you know, Partagas. JOHN. Oh! Is it a Partaga night? (Exit , back.) CULVER (watching the door close). Tranto, we are conspirators. TRANTO. You and I? CULVER. Yes. But we must have no secrets. Who wrote that article inThe Echo? Who is Sampson Straight?