Sullivan: [preparing to take his shot during the game of billiards] I have no doubt the culprit is still in London, hiding out somewhere.
Guinness: [offscreen] Poppycock, Sullivan!
[His words distract Sullivan, who accidentally sends a billiard ball flying through the air to land in Lord Guinness's lap. Lord Guinness laughs]
Sullivan: [rattled] And what, may I ask, is so amusing?
Guinness: You are, Mr Sullivan. As you say, the scoundrel is in hiding, but to think that he's still in London is absurd.
Sullivan: Then where is he, Lord Guinness? Perhaps you can tell me?
Guinness: It's been over twenty-four hours since he robbed your bank, Sullivan, so he's had plenty of time to leave the country.