<h2><SPAN name="XLIII_AT_DEAD_OF_NIGHT" id="XLIII_AT_DEAD_OF_NIGHT"></SPAN>XLIII. "AT DEAD OF NIGHT"</h2>
<p><i>The stage is in semi-darkness as</i> Dick Trayle <i>throws open the window
from outside, puts his knee on the sill, and falls carefully into the
drawing-room of Beeste Hall. He is dressed in a knickerbocker suit with
arrows on it (such as can always be borrowed from a friend), and, to
judge from the noises which he emits, is not in the best of training.
The lights go on suddenly; and he should seize this moment to stagger to
the door and turn on the switch. This done he sinks into the nearest
chair and closes his eyes.</i></p>
<p><i>If he has been dancing very late the night before, he may drop into a
peaceful sleep; in which case the play ends here. Otherwise, no sooner
are his eyes closed than he opens them with a sudden start and looks
round in terror.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>striking the keynote at once</i>). No, no! Let me out—I am
innocent! (<i>He gives a gasp of relief as he realises the situation.</i>)
Free! It<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</SPAN></span> is true, then! I have escaped! I dreamed that I was back in
prison again! (<i>He shudders and helps himself to a large
whisky-and-soda, which he swallows at a gulp.</i>) That's better! Now I
feel a new man—the man I was three years ago. Three years! It has been
a lifetime! (<i>Pathetically to the audience.</i>) Where is Millicent now?
(<i>The audience guesses that she is in the making-up room, but musn't say
so.</i>) Alas! (<i>He falls into a reverie, from which he is suddenly wakened
by a noise outside. He starts, and then creeps rapidly to the switch,
arriving there at the moment when the lights go out. Then he goes
swiftly behind the window curtain. The lights go up again as</i> Jasper
Beeste <i>comes in with a revolver in one hand and a bull's-eye lantern of
apparently enormous candle power in the other.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>in immaculate evening dress</i>). I thought I heard a noise, so I
slipped on some old things hurriedly and came down. (<i>Fingering his
perfectly-tied tie.</i>) But there seems to be nobody here. (<i>Turns round
suddenly to the window.</i>) Ha, who's there? Hands up, blow you (<i>he ought
to swear rather badly here, really</i>) hands up or I fire!<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</SPAN></span></p>
<p class="blockquot">(<i>The stage is suddenly plunged into darkness, there is the noise of a
struggle, and the lights go on to reveal</i> Jasper <i>by the door covering</i>
Dick <i>with his revolver.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Let's have a little light on you. (<i>Brutally.</i>) Now then, my
man, what have you got to say for yourself? Ha! An escaped convict, eh?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>to himself, in amazement</i>). Jasper Beeste!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> So you know my name?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>in the tones of a man whose whole life has been blighted by the
machinations of a false friend</i>). Yes, Jasper Beeste, I know your name.
For two years I have said it to myself every night, when I prayed Heaven
that I should meet you again.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Again? (<i>Uneasily.</i>) We have met before?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>slowly</i>). We have met before, Jasper Beeste. Since then I have
lived a lifetime of misery. You may well fail to recognise me.</p>
<p class="blockquot"><i>Enter</i> Millicent Wilsdon<i>—in a dressing gown, with her hair over her
shoulders, if the county will stand it.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Millicent</span> (<i>to Jasper</i>). I couldn't sleep<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</SPAN></span>—I heard a
noise—I—(<i>suddenly seeing the other</i>) Dick! (<i>She trembles.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Millicent! (<i>He trembles too.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Trayle! (<i>So does he.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>bitterly</i>). You shrink from me, Millicent. (<i>With strong common
sense.</i>) What is an escaped convict to the beautiful Miss Wilsdon?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Millicent.</span> Dick—I—you—when you were sentenced——</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> When I was sentenced—the evidence was black against me, I
admit—I wrote and released you from your engagement. You are married
now?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Millicent</span> (<i>throwing herself on a sofa</i>). Oh, Dick!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>recovering himself</i>). Enough of this. Miss Wilsdon is going to
marry me to-morrow.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> To marry <i>you</i>! (<i>He strides over to sofa and pulls Millicent to
her feet.</i>) Millicent, look me in the eyes! Do you love him? (<i>She turns
away.</i>) Say "Yes" and I will go back quietly to my prison. (<i>She raises
her eyes to his.</i>) Ha! I thought so! You don't love him! Now then I can
speak.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>advancing threateningly</i>). Yes, to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</SPAN></span> your friends, the warders.
Millicent, ring the bell.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>wresting the revolver from his grasp</i>). Ha, would you? Now stand
over there and listen to me. (<i>He arranges his audience,</i> Millicent <i>on
a sofa on the right, Jasper, biting his finger nails, on the left.</i>)
Three years ago Lady Wilsdon's diamond necklace was stolen. My flat was
searched and the necklace was found in my hatbox. Although I protested
my innocence I was tried, found guilty, and sentenced to ten years'
penal servitude, followed by fifteen years' police supervision.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Millicent</span> (<i>raising herself on the sofa</i>). Dick, you were innocent—I
know it. (<i>She flops back again.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> I was. But how could I prove it? I went to prison. For a year
black despair gnawed at my heart. And then something happened. The
prisoner in the cell next to mine tried to communicate with me by means
of taps. We soon arranged a system and held conversations together. One
day he told me of a robbery in which he and another man had been
engaged—the robbery of a diamond necklace.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>jauntily</i>). Well?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>sternly</i>). A diamond necklace, Jasper<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</SPAN></span> Beeste, which the other
man hid in the hatbox of another man in order that he might woo the
other man's <i>fiancée</i>! (Millicent <i>shrieks</i>.)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>blusteringly</i>). Bah!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>quietly</i>). The man in the cell next to mine wants to meet this
gentleman again. It seems that he has some old scores to pay off.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>sneeringly</i>). And where is he?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Ah, where is he? (<i>He goes to the window and gives a low whistle.
A stranger in knickerbockers jumps in and advances with a crab-like
movement.</i>) Good! here you are. Allow me to present you to Mr. Jasper
Beeste.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>in horror</i>). Two-toed Thomas! I am undone!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Two-toed Thomas</span> (<i>after a series of unintelligible snarls</i>). Say the
word, guv'nor, and I'll kill him. (<i>He prowls round</i> Jasper
<i>thoughtfully.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>sternly</i>). Stand back! Now, Jasper Beeste, what have you to say?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> (<i>hysterically</i>). I confess. I will sign anything. I will go to
prison. Only keep that man off me.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick</span> (<i>going up to a bureau and writing aloud at incredible speed</i>). "I,
Jasper Beeste, of Beeste Hall, do hereby declare that I stole Lady<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</SPAN></span>
Wilsdon's diamond necklace and hid it in the hatbox of Richard Trayle;
and I further declare that the said Richard Trayle is innocent of any
complicity in the affair. (<i>Advancing with the paper and a fountain
pen.</i>) Sign, please."</p>
<p class="blockquot">(<i>Jasper signs. At this moment two warders burst into the room.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">First Warder.</span> There they are!</p>
<p class="blockquot">(<i>He seizes</i> Dick. Two-toed Thomas <i>leaps from the window, pursued by
the second Warder</i>. Millicent <i>picks up the confession and advances
dramatically.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Millicent.</span> Do not touch that man! Read this!</p>
<p class="blockquot">(<i>She hands him the confession with an air of superb pride.</i>)</p>
<p><span class="smcap">First Warder</span> (<i>reading</i>). Jasper Beeste! (<i>Slipping a pair of handcuffs
on</i> Jasper.) You come along with me, my man. We've had our suspicions of
you for some time. (<i>To</i> Millicent, <i>with a nod at</i> Dick). You'll look
after that gentleman, miss?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Millicent.</span> Of course! Why, he's engaged to me. Aren't you, Dick?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> This time, Millicent, for ever!</p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</SPAN></span></p>
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