HIRST (_C._). I turned and saw it--a little wicked head with short red
hair--and a white dead face--horrible.
(_Clock chimes three-quarters._)
(_They assist him into chair L. of table R._)
GEORGE (_up C._). That's what I saw in the bar--'orrid--it was devilish.
(_Coming C._)
(_MALCOLM crosses to L. HIRST shudders._)
MALCOLM. Well, it's a most unaccountable thing. It's the last time I
come to this house. (_Goes to R. of LEEK._)
GEORGE. I leave to-morrow. I wouldn't go down to that bar alone--no, not
for fifty pounds. (_Goes up R. to arm-chair._)
SOMERS (_crosses to door R. then returns to R. C._). It's talking about
the thing that's caused it, I expect. We've had it in our minds, and
we've been practically forming a spiritualistic circle without knowing
it. (_Goes to back of table R._)
BELDON (_crosses to R. C._). Hang the old gentleman. Upon my soul I'm
half afraid to go to bed.
MALCOLM. Doctor, it's odd they should both think they saw something.
(_They both drop down L. C._)
GEORGE (_up C._). I saw it as plainly as I see you, sir. P'raps if you
keep your eyes turned up the passage you'll see it for yourself.
(_Points._)
(_They all look. BELDON goes to SOMERS._)
BELDON. There--what was that?
MALCOLM. Who'll go with me to the bar!