my pocket. Someone must have …. Yes, now I remember. A man brushed against me yesterday as I was leaving the courts.
A small, evil- looking fellow, very shy. ROGER: What does it say, the paper? WESTON ( much too occupied with his own fate to attend to his secretary’s curiosity ): Just at the door, it was, and he didn’t wait for an apology. I remember.
Well, I can only thank them for the warning. I may die before my time but it will not be to-day if I can help it. Go downstairs at once, Roger, and lock, bar and chain all the doors. And ask my wife to come to me at once.
At once. Stop! Are there any strangers in the house? Work men or such?
ROGER: Only Joel the gardener, my lord; he is cleaning the windows on the landing. ( He indicates with his head that Joel is just outside. ) WESTON: Send him away at once. Tell him to leave everything and go and lock the door behind him.
And the windows – see that the windows, too, are closed. WESTON ( facing the cupboard with a levelled pistol ): Come out! Come out! I say.
( There is silence. ) Drop your weapon and come out or I shall shoot you now. ( As there is still silence he forces himself to close in on the cupboard door, and standing to the side pulls it quickly open. It is empty.
As soon as his relief abates he is ashamed, and hastily returns the pistol to its drawer .) ( Enter, bright and purposeful, LADY WESTON. A charming creature. One knows at a glance that she is an excellent housewife, but to the last one is never sure how much intelligence and sweet malice there lies behind her practical simplicity .) LADY WESTON ( looking back as she comes in ): I do wish that Joel wouldn’t leave pails of water on the landing! What is it, Richard?
WESTON: My dear, your husband’s life is in grave danger. LADY WESTON: The last time