Mr. Neil Grant's comedy, at the St: Martin's, has the
bright harmony, the coherence and compactness, that Mr. Sherriff's Jacks. It is a most amusing little play, recounting the olI tale of a woman's dishonest talent for shouldering her too
honest husband into the job he can honestly do. Miss Diana Wynyard as the heroine skates beautifully between the perils that beset intrigues in the world of high appointments—perils not insisted upon by the author, who attenuates them by the creation of a witty, but inconsistently and farcically outlined, politician, placidly delightful in Sir Nigel Playfair's per- formance; a Minister whom no woman need really fear. There are improbable telephone calls, unexpected entrances and a temporary exit behind curtains when the door would do. But we do not mind. These aids to action don't disfigure the dialogue, which shows very great promise. Only—a warning —if the promise is to be realized next time, Mr. Grant must deepen his sense of character. Here he just touches his people into a half-life—aided, in one subordinate instance, by that fine comedian, Mr. Morton Selten.
RICHARD JENNINGS.
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