BELDON GEORGE
LEEK HIRST MALCOLM SOMERS
(_kneeling_) (_seated (_kneeling_) (_at door L._)
on floor_)
NOTE. _When played at The Haymarket the piece finished with a different
ending as given below. MR. CYRIL MAUDE fearing the above tragic
termination would be too serious._
_From SOMERS' entrance._
_SOMERS enters with lighted candle, and exclaims very brightly._
SOMERS. Well, did Hirst win his bet?
_Slight pause._
HIRST (_suddenly sitting up_). Yes. (_Turning to DR. LEEK._) You're a
damned bad shot, Doctor. (_Then to MALCOLM._) And I'll trouble you for
that sovereign.
_The remaining characters express astonishment._