RANDALL [entering with a poker]. Keep your eye on this door, Mangan.
I"ll look after the other [he goes to the starboard door and stands on guard there].
Lady Utterword comes in after Randall, and goes between Mrs Hushabye and Mangan.
Nurse Guinness brings up the rear, and waits near the door, on Mangan"s left.
MRS HUSHABYE. What has happened?
MAZZINI. Your housekeeper told me there was somebody upstairs, and gave me a pistol that Mr Hushabye had been practising with. I thought it would frighten him; but it went off at a touch.
THE BURGLAR. Yes, and took the skin off my ear. Precious near took the top off my head. Why don"t you have a proper revolver instead of a thing like that, that goes off if you as much as blow on it?
HECTOR. One of my duelling pistols. Sorry.
MAZZINI. He put his hands up and said it was a fair cop.
THE BURGLAR. So it was. Send for the police.
HECTOR. No, by thunder! It was not a fair cop. We were four to one.
MRS HUSHABYE. What will they do to him?
THE BURGLAR. Ten years. Beginning with solitary. Ten years off my life.
I shan"t serve it all: I"m too old. It will see me out.
LADY UTTERWORD. You should have thought of that before you stole my diamonds.
THE BURGLAR. Well, you"ve got them back, lady, haven"t you? Can you give me back the years of my life you are going to take from me?
MRS HUSHABYE. Oh, we can"t bury a man alive for ten years for a few diamonds.
THE BURGLAR. Ten little shining diamonds! Ten long black years!
LADY UTTERWORD. Think of what it is for us to be dragged through the horrors of a criminal court, and have all our family affairs in the papers! If you were a native, and Hastings could order you a good beating and send you away, I shouldn"t mind; but here in England there is no real protection for any respectable person.
THE BURGLAR. I"m too old to be giv a hiding, lady. Send for the police and have done with it. It"s only just and right you should.
RANDALL [who has relaxed his vigilance on seeing the burglar so pacifically disposed, and comes forward swinging the poker between his fingers like a well folded umbrella]. It is neither just nor right that we should be put to a lot of inconvenience to gratify your moral enthusiasm, my friend. You had better get out, while you have the chance.
THE BURGLAR [inexorably]. No. I must work my sin off my conscience.
This has come as a sort of call to me. Let me spend the rest of my life repenting in a cell. I shall have my reward above.
MANGAN [exasperated]. The very burglars can"t behave naturally in this house.
HECTOR. My good sir, you must work out your salvation at somebody else"s expense. n.o.body here is going to charge you.
THE BURGLAR. Oh, you won"t charge me, won"t you?
HECTOR. No. I"m sorry to be inhospitable; but will you kindly leave the house?
THE BURGLAR. Right. I"ll go to the police station and give myself up.
[He turns resolutely to the door: but Hector stops him].
HECTOR. { Oh, no. You mustn"t do that.
RANDALL. [speaking together] { No no. Clear out man, can"t you; and don"t be a fool.
MRS. HUSHABYE { Don"t be so silly. Can"t you repent at home?
LADY UTTERWORD. You will have to do as you are told.
THE BURGLAR. It"s compounding a felony, you know.
MRS HUSHABYE. This is utterly ridiculous. Are we to be forced to prosecute this man when we don"t want to?
THE BURGLAR. Am I to be robbed of my salvation to save you the trouble of spending a day at the sessions? Is that justice? Is it right? Is it fair to me?
MAZZINI [rising and leaning across the table persuasively as if it were a pulpit desk or a shop counter]. Come, come! let me show you how you can turn your very crimes to account. Why not set up as a locksmith? You must know more about locks than most honest men?
THE BURGLAR. That"s true, sir. But I couldn"t set up as a locksmith under twenty pounds.
RANDALL. Well, you can easily steal twenty pounds. You will find it in the nearest bank.
THE BURGLAR [horrified]. Oh, what a thing for a gentleman to put into the head of a poor criminal scrambling out of the bottomless pit as it were! Oh, shame on you, sir! Oh, G.o.d forgive you! [He throws himself into the big chair and covers his face as if in prayer].
LADY UTTERWORD. Really, Randall!
HECTOR. It seems to me that we shall have to take up a collection for this inopportunely contrite sinner.
LADY UTTERWORD. But twenty pounds is ridiculous.
THE BURGLAR [looking up quickly]. I shall have to buy a lot of tools, lady.
LADY UTTERWORD. Nonsense: you have your burgling kit.
THE BURGLAR. What"s a jimmy and a centrebit and an acetylene welding plant and a bunch of skeleton keys? I shall want a forge, and a smithy, and a shop, and fittings. I can"t hardly do it for twenty.
HECTOR. My worthy friend, we haven"t got twenty pounds.
THE BURGLAR [now master of the situation]. You can raise it among you, can"t you?
MRS HUSHABYE. Give him a sovereign, Hector, and get rid of him.
HECTOR [giving him a pound]. There! Off with you.
THE BURGLAR [rising and taking the money very ungratefully]. I won"t promise nothing. You have more on you than a quid: all the lot of you, I mean.
LADY UTTERWORD [vigorously]. Oh, let us prosecute him and have done with it. I have a conscience too, I hope; and I do not feel at all sure that we have any right to let him go, especially if he is going to be greedy and impertinent.