SMITH. All serene. (_To_ AINSLIE) Am I to cut that liver out of you?

Now, am I? (_A whistle_.) "St! here we are. (_Whistles a modulation_, _which is answered_.)

SCENE II

_To these_ BRODIE

MOORE. Waiting for you, Deacon.



BRODIE. I see. Everything ready?

SMITH. All a-growing and a-blowing.

BRODIE. Give me the light. (_Briefly examines tools and door with bull"s eye_.) You, George, stand by, and hand up the pieces. Ainslie, take the glim. Moore, out and watch.

MOORE. I didn"t come here to do sentry-go, I didn"t.

BRODIE. You came here to do as I tell you. (MOORE _goes up slowly_.) Second bunch, George. I know the lock. Steady with the glim. (_At work_.) No good. Give me the centrebit.

SMITH. Right. (_Work continues_. AINSLIE _drops lantern_.)

BRODIE. Curse you! (_Throttling and kicking him_.) You shake, and you shake, and you can"t even hold a light for your betters. Hey?

AINSLIE. Eh Deacon, Deacon . . .

SMITH. Now Ghost! (_With lantern_.)

BRODIE. "St, Moore!

MOORE. Wot"s the row?

BRODIE. Take you the light.

MOORE (_to_ AINSLIE). Wo" j" yer shakin" at? (_Kicks him_.)

BRODIE (_to_ AINSLIE). Go you, and see if you"re good at keeping watch.

Inside the arch. And if you let a footfall pa.s.s, I"ll break your back.

(AINSLIE _retires_.) Steady with the light. (_At work with centrebit_.) Hand up number four, George. (_At work with picklock_.) That has it.

SMITH. Well done our side.

BRODIE. Now the crow bar! (_At work_.) That"s it. Put down the glim, Badger, and help at the wrench. Your whole weight, men! Put your backs to it! (_While they work at the bar_, BRODIE _stands by_, _dusting his hands with a pocket-handkerchief_. _As the door opens_.)_ Voila_! In with you.

MOORE (_entering with light_). Mucking fine work too, Deacon!

BRODIE. Take up the irons, George!

SMITH. How about the P(h)antom?

BRODIE. Leave him to me. I"ll give him a look. (_Enters office_.)

SMITH (_following_). Houp-la!

SCENE III

AINSLIE; _afterwards_ BRODIE; _afterwards_ HUNT _and_ OFFICERS

AINSLIE. Ca" ye that mainners? Ye"re grand gentry by your way o"t! Eh sirs, my hench! Ay, that was the Badger. Man, but ye"ll look bonnie hangin"! (_A faint whistle_.) Lord"s sake, what"s thon? Ay, it"ll be Hunt an" his lads. (_Whistle repeated_.) Losh me, what gars him whustle, whustle? Does he think me deaf? (_Goes up_. BRODIE _enters from office_, _stands an instant_, _and sees him making a signal through the arch_.)

BRODIE. Rats! Rats! (_Hides L. among lumber_. _Enter noiselessly through arch_ HUNT _and_ OFFICERS.)

HUNT. Birds caught?

AINSLIE. They"re a" ben the house, mister.

HUNT. All three?

AINSLIE. The hale set, mister.

BRODIE. Liar!

HUNT. Mum, lads, and follow me. (_Exit_, _with his men_, _into office_.

BRODIE _seen with dagger_.)

HUNT (_within_). In the King"s name!

MOORE (_within_). Muck!

SMITH (_within_). Go it, Badger.

HUNT (_within_). Take "em alive, boys!

AINSLIE. Eh, but that"s awful. (_The Deacon leaps out_, _and stabs him_. _He falls without a cry_.)

BRODIE. Saved! (_He goes out by the arch_.)

SCENE IV

HUNT _and_ OFFICERS; _with_ SMITH _and_ MOORE _handcuffed_. _Signs of a severe struggle_

HUNT (_entering_). Bring "em along, lads! (_Looking at prisoners with lantern_.) Pleased to see you again, Badger. And you too, George. But I"d rather have seen your princ.i.p.al. Where"s he got to?

MOORE. To h.e.l.l, I hope.

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