– as…. ( he indicates the bucket .) WESTON: Who knows? When you have dealt with the criminal mind as long as I have… Did you open the door to speak to the gardener? ROGER: Oh, no, my lord.
I spoke through the shutter. WESTON ( snapping the lock of his pistol ): Now we shall see whether there is anyone lurking in the tree. ( He moves over to the side of the window, peering out with the fraction of an eye .) 12th - - Page LADY WESTON: Richard, if you are going to shoot off that thing, you will please wait until I – ( She is interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door downstairs. This is such an unexpected development that all there are momentarily quite still, at a loss.
ROGER is the first to recover ). ROGER: Someone at the front door. ( He moves over to the window in the rear wall, from which one can see the street. He is about to open the casement so that he may lean out to inspect the knocker, when LORD WESTON stops him .) WESTON ( still at the fireplace ): Don’t open that window!
ROGER: But I cannot see otherwise, my lord, who it is. WESTON: If you put your head out of that window, they may shoot without waiting to ask questions. LADY WESTON: But, Richard, it may be some perfectly innocent visitor. ( The knocking is repeated .) ROGER: If I were to stand on a chair…..
( He brings a chair to the window and stands on it, but he is still not high enough to look down on whoever waits at the front door ). WESTON: Well? Well? Can you tell who it is?
ROGER: I am still not high enough, my lord. LADY WESTON : Add the footstool, Roger. ( Roger adds the footstool to the chair, and aided by LADY WESTON climbs on to the precarious erection ). LADY WESTON: Now, can you see anyone?
ROGER ( having seen, scrambling downing ): All is