A. A. Milne

“ The prisoners say that you are The Baron. But they say you had a muffler on last night. That might account for our dachshunds missing the scent.
Hallers. Good heavens, what do you make of this, Doctor?
Ferrier (picking up programme) . Cases showing prevalence of this mental disorder———
Hallers. You mean I am a dual personality! (Covers his face with his hands.)
Ferrier. Come, come, control yourself.
Hallers (calmly) . It is all right; I am my own man—I mean my own two men again. What shall I do?
Ferrier. You must wrestle with your second self. I will hypnotise you. (He glares at him.) ”

“ Well, let's have a dance anyway. We must make the thing go. Waiter, another glass of milk.
Enter Judge Hallers in scowl and muffler.
Charlie (enthusiastically) . Ha! The Baron!
Hallers. I mean business to-night, boys. Look at this! (He produces a dagger and a pistol.)
Charlier. What a man! ”

“ Who is he? Is that his own beard or Clarkson's?
Charlier. It's a police inspector in a false beard!
Mr. Bourchier (contemptuously) . A real artist would have grown a beard. (Producing his knife.) He must die. ”