coffin when the sun rises. We have fine white boards herself bought,
God help her, thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake
you can eat while you'll be working.
THE OLD MAN [_looking at the boards_]. Are there nails with them?
CATHLEEN. There are not, Colum; we didn't think of the nails.
ANOTHER MAN. It's a great wonder she wouldn't think of the nails, and
all the coffins she's seen made already.
CATHLEEN. It's getting old she is, and broken. [_MAURYA stands up
again very slowly and spreads out the pieces of MICHAEL's clothes
beside the body, sprinkling them with the last of the Holy Water._]
NORA [_in a whisper to CATHLEEN_]. She's quiet now and easy; but the
day Michael was drowned you could hear her crying out from this to the
spring well. It's fonder she was of Michael, and would anyone have
thought that?
CATHLEEN [_slowly and clearly_]. An old woman will be soon tired with
anything she will do, and isn't it nine days herself is after crying
and keening, and making great sorrow in the house?
MAURYA [_puts the empty cup mouth downwards on the table, and lays her
hands together on BARTLEY's feet_]. They're all together this time,
and the end is come. May the Almighty God have mercy on Bartley's
soul, and on Michael's soul, and on the souls of Sheamus and Patch,
and Stephen and Shawn [_bending her head_]; and may He have mercy on
my soul, Nora, and on the soul of everyone is left living in the
world. [_She pauses, and the keen rises a little more loudly from the
women, then sinks away._]
MAURYA [_continuing_]. Michael has a clean burial in the far north, by
the grace of the Almighty God. Bartley will have a fine coffin out of
the white boards, and a deep grave surely. What more can we want than
that? No man at all can be living forever, and we must be satisfied.
[_She kneels down again and the curtain falls slowly._]
A NIGHT AT AN INN[45]
_A PLAY IN ONE ACT_
By LORD DUNSANY
[Footnote 45: Copyright, 1916, by The Sunwise Turn, Inc. All
rights reserved. The professional and amateur stage rights on
this play are strictly reserved by the author. Applications
for permission to produce the Play should be made to The
Neighborhood Playhouse, 466 Grand Street, New York.
Any infringement of the author's rights will be punished by
the penalties imposed under the United States Revised
Statutes, Title 60, Chapter 3.]
Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, eighteenth baron Dunsany, was born
in 1878, a lord of the British Empire, heir to an ancient barony,
created by Henry VI in the middle of the fifteenth century. He went
from Eton to Sandhurst, the English military college, held a
lieutenancy in a famous regiment, the Coldstream Guards, saw active
service in the South African War and served in the Great War as an
officer in the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers. He turned aside from his
career as a soldier in 1906 to stand for West Wiltshire as the
Conservative candidate, but he was defeated. He writes enthusiastically
always of his interest in sport; he has gone to the ends of the earth
to shoot big game. His first book, _The Gods of Pegana_, was published
in 1905. He has since written sketches, fantastic tales, and
plays,[46] and latterly introductions to the poems of Francis
Ledwidge, the Irish peasant poet, who fell in battle in 1917.
Dunsany's early plays were put on at the Abbey Theatre where Yeats
produced _The Glittering Gate_ in 1909.
[Footnote 46: For bibliography see E. A. Boyd, _The
Contemporary Drama of Ireland_, Boston, 1917.]
The initial American productions were also made in Little Theatres,
under the auspices of the Stage Society of Philadelphia and at The
Neighborhood Playhouse in New York, where the first performance on any
stage of _A Night at an Inn_ was given on April 22, 1916. It was an
immediate success and aroused great general interest in Dunsany's
other plays. It was remarked at the time that its scene on an English
moor was far from "his own Oriental Never Never Land," and that it
recalled in its substance _The Moonstone_ by Wilkie Collins and _The
Mystery of Cloomber_ by A. Conan Doyle. Dunsany, unlike the other
playwrights associated with the Irish National Theatre, has borrowed
the glamour of the Orient rather than that of Celtic lore, to heighten
his dramatic effects. There is, in fact, much that is Biblical in his
mood and in his diction.
When, at a later date, Lord Dunsany saw the production of _A Night at
an Inn_ at The Neighborhood Playhouse, the effect of the play
"exceeded his own expectations, and he was surprised to note the
thrill which it communicated to his audience. 'It's a very simple
thing,' he said,--'merely a story of some sailors who have stolen
something and know that they are followed. Possibly it is effective
because nearly everybody, at some time or other, has done something he
was sorry for, has been afraid of retribution, and has felt the hot
breath of a pursuing vengeance on the back of his neck.... _A Night at
an Inn_ was written between tea and dinner in a single sitting. That
was very easy.'"[47]
[Footnote 47: Clayton Hamilton, _Seen on the Stage_, New
York, 1920, p. 238; p. 239.]
_A Night at an Inn_ is one of Dunsany's contributions to the revival
of romance in our generation. In an article published ten years ago,
called _Romance and the Modern Stage_, he wrote: "Romance is so
inseparable from life that all we need, to obtain romantic drama, is
for the dramatist to find any age or any country where life is not too
thickly veiled and cloaked with puzzles and conventions, in fact to
find a people that is not in the agonies of self-consciousness. For
myself, I think it is simpler to imagine such a people, as it saves
the trouble of reading to find a romantic age, or the trouble of
making a journey to lands where there is no press.... The kind of
drama that we most need to-day seems to me to be the kind that will
build new worlds for the fancy; for the spirit, as much as the body,
needs sometimes a change of scene."
A NIGHT AT AN INN
CHARACTERS
A. E. SCOTT-FORTESQUE (The Toff), _a dilapidated gentleman._
WILLIAM JONES (Bill) }
ALBERT THOMAS } _merchant sailors._
JACOB SMITH (Sniggers) }
First Priest of Klesh.
Second Priest of Klesh.
Third Priest of Klesh.
Klesh.
_The curtain rises on a room in an inn. SNIGGERS and BILL are talking,
THE TOFF is reading a paper. ALBERT sits a little apart._
SNIGGERS. What's his idea, I wonder?
BILL. I don't know.
SNIGGERS. And how much longer will he keep us here?
BILL. We've been here three days.
SNIGGERS. And 'aven't seen a soul.
BILL. And a pretty penny it cost us when he rented the pub.
SNIGGERS. 'Ow long did 'e rent the pub for?
BILL. You never know with him.
SNIGGERS. It's lonely enough.
BILL. 'Ow long did you rent the pub for, Toffy? [_THE TOFF continues
to read a sporting paper; he takes no notice of what is said._]
SNIGGERS. 'E's _such_ a toff.
BILL. Yet 'e's clever, no mistake.
SNIGGERS. Those clever ones are the beggars to make a muddle. Their
plans are clever enough, but they don't work, and then they make a
mess of things much worse than you or me.
BILL. Ah!
SNIGGERS. I don't like this place.
BILL. Why not?
SNIGGERS. I don't like the looks of it.
BILL. He's keeping us here because here those niggers can't find us.
The three heathen priests what was looking for us so. But we want to
go and sell our ruby soon.
ALBERT. There's no sense in it.
BILL. Why not, Albert?
ALBERT. Because I gave those black devils the slip in Hull.
BILL. You give 'em the slip, Albert?
ALBERT. The slip, all three of them. The fellows with the gold spots
on their foreheads. I had the ruby then and I give them the slip in
Hull.
BILL. How did you do it, Albert?
ALBERT. I had the ruby and they were following me....
BILL. Who told them you had the ruby? You didn't show it.
ALBERT. No.... But they kind of know.
SNIGGERS. They kind of know, Albert?
ALBERT. Yes, they know if you've got it. Well, they sort of mouched
after me, and I tells a policeman and he says, O, they were only three
poor niggers and they wouldn't hurt me. Ugh! When I thought of what
they did in Malta to poor old Jim.
BILL. Yes, and to George in Bombay before we started.
SNIGGERS. Ugh!
BILL. Why didn't you give 'em in charge?
ALBERT. What about the ruby, Bill?
BILL. Ah!
ALBERT. Well, I did better than that. I walks up and down through
Hull. I walks slow enough. And then I turns a corner and I runs. I
never sees a corner but I turns it. But sometimes I let a corner pass
just to fool them. I twists about like a hare. Then I sits down and
waits. No priests.
SNIGGERS. What?
ALBERT. No heathen black devils with gold spots on their face. I give
'em the slip.
BILL. Well done, Albert!
SNIGGERS [_after a sigh of content_]. Why didn't you tell us?
ALBERT. 'Cause 'e won't let you speak. 'E's got 'is plans and 'e
thinks we're silly folk. Things must be done 'is way. And all the time
I've give 'em the slip. Might 'ave 'ad one o' them crooked knives in
him before now but for me who give 'em the slip in Hull.
BILL. Well done, Albert! Do you hear that, Toffy? Albert has give 'em
the slip.
THE TOFF. Yes, I hear.
SNIGGERS. Well, what do you say to that?
THE TOFF. O.... Well done, Albert!
ALBERT. And what a' you going to do?
THE TOFF. Going to wait.
ALBERT. Don't seem to know what 'e's waiting for.
SNIGGERS. It's a nasty place.
ALBERT. It's getting silly, Bill. Our money's gone and we want to sell
the ruby. Let's get on to a town.
BILL. But 'e won't come.
ALBERT. Then we'll leave him.
SNIGGERS. We'll be all right if we keep away from Hull.
ALBERT. We'll go to London.
BILL. But 'e must 'ave 'is share.
SNIGGERS. All right. Only let's go. [_To THE TOFF._] We're going, do
you hear? Give us the ruby.
THE TOFF. Certainly. [_He gives them a ruby from his waistcoat pocket;
it is the size of a small hen's egg. He goes on reading his paper._]
ALBERT. Come on, Sniggers. [_Exeunt ALBERT and SNIGGERS._]
BILL. Good-by, old man. We'll give you your fair share, but there's
nothing to do here--no girls, no halls, and we must sell the ruby.
THE TOFF. I'm not a fool, Bill.
BILL. No, no, of course not. Of course you ain't, and you've helped us
a lot. Good-by. You'll say good-by?
THE TOFF. Oh, yes. Good-by. [_Still reads his paper. Exit BILL. THE
TOFF puts a revolver on the table beside him and goes on with his
papers. After a moment the three men come rushing in again,
frightened._]
SNIGGERS [_out of breath_]. We've come back, Toffy.
THE TOFF. So you have.
ALBERT. Toffy.... How did they get here?
THE TOFF. They walked, of course.
ALBERT. But it's eighty miles.
SNIGGERS. Did you know they were here, Toffy?
THE TOFF. Expected them about now.
ALBERT. Eighty miles!
BILL. Toffy, old man ... what are we to do?
THE TOFF. Ask Albert.
BILL. If they can do things like this, there's no one can save us but
you, Toffy.... I always knew you were a clever one. We won't be fools
any more. We'll obey you, Toffy.
THE TOFF. You're brave enough and strong enough. There isn't many that
would steal a ruby eye out of an idol's head, and such an idol as that
was to look at, and on such a night. You're brave enough, Bill. But
you're all three of you fools. Jim would have none of my plans, and
where's Jim? And George. What did they do to him?
SNIGGERS. Don't, Toffy!
THE TOFF. Well, then, your strength is no use to you. You want
cleverness; or they'll have you the way they had George and Jim.
ALL. Ugh!
THE TOFF. Those black priests would follow you round the world in
circles. Year after year, till they got the idol's eye. And if we died
with it, they'd follow our grandchildren. That fool thinks he can
escape from men like that by running round three streets in the town
of Hull.
ALBERT. God's truth, _you_ 'aven't escaped them, because they're
_'ere_.
THE TOFF. So I supposed.
ALBERT. You _supposed_!
THE TOFF. Yes, I believe there's no announcement in the Society
papers. But I took this country seat especially to receive them.
There's plenty of room if you dig, it is pleasantly situated, and,
what is more important, it is in a very quiet neighborhood. So I am at
home to them this afternoon.
BILL. Well, _you're_ a deep one.
THE TOFF. And remember, you've only my wits between you and death, and
don't put your futile plans against those of an educated gentleman.
ALBERT. If you're a gentleman, why don't you go about among gentlemen
instead of the likes of us?
THE TOFF. Because I was too clever for them as I am too clever for
you.
ALBERT. Too clever for them?
THE TOFF. I never lost a game of cards in my life.
BILL. You never lost a game?
THE TOFF. Not when there was money in it.
BILL. Well, well!
THE TOFF. Have a game of poker?
ALL. No, thanks.
THE TOFF. Then do as you're told.
BILL. All right, Toffy.
SNIGGERS. I saw something just then. Hadn't we better draw the
curtains?
THE TOFF. No.
SNIGGERS. What?
THE TOFF. Don't draw the curtains.
SNIGGERS. O, all right.
BILL. But, Toffy, they can see us. One doesn't let the enemy do that.
I don't see why....
THE TOFF. No, of course you don't.
BILL. O, all right, Toffy. [_All begin to pull out revolvers._]
THE TOFF [_putting his own away_]. No revolvers, please.
ALBERT. Why not?
THE TOFF. Because I don't want any noise at my party. We might get
guests that hadn't been invited. _Knives_ are a different matter.
[_All draw knives. THE TOFF signs to them not to draw them yet. TOFFY
has already taken back his ruby._]
BILL. I think they're coming, Toffy.
THE TOFF. Not yet.
ALBERT. When will they come?
THE TOFF. When I am quite ready to receive them. Not before.
SNIGGERS. I should like to get this over.
THE TOFF. Should you? Then we'll have them now.
SNIGGERS. Now?
THE TOFF. Yes. Listen to me. You shall do as you see me do. You will
all pretend to go out. I'll show you how. I've got the ruby. When they
see me alone they will come for their idol's eye.
BILL. How can they tell like this which of us has it?
THE TOFF. I confess I don't know, but they seem to.
SNIGGERS. What will you do when they come in?
THE TOFF. I shall do nothing.
SNIGGERS. What?
THE TOFF. They will creep up behind me. Then, my friends, Sniggers and
Bill and Albert, who gave them the slip, will do what they can.
BILL. All right, Toffy. Trust us.
THE TOFF. If you're a little slow, you will see enacted the cheerful
spectacle that accompanied the demise of Jim.
SNIGGERS. Don't, Toffy. We'll be there, all right.
THE TOFF. Very well. Now watch me. [_He goes past the windows to the
inner door R. He opens it inwards, then under cover of the open door,
he slips down on his knee and closes it, remaining on the inside,
appearing to have gone out. He signs to the others, who understand.
Then he appears to re-enter in the same manner._]
THE TOFF. Now, I shall sit with my back to the door. You go out one by
one, so far as our friends can make out. Crouch very low to be on the
safe side. They mustn't see you through the window. [_BILL makes his
sham exit._]
THE TOFF. Remember, no revolvers. The police are, I believe,
proverbially inquisitive. [_The other two follow BILL. All three are
now crouching inside the door R. THE TOFF puts the ruby beside him on
the table. He lights a cigarette. The door at the back opens so slowly
that you can hardly say at what moment it began. THE TOFF picks up his
paper. A native of India wriggles along the floor ever so slowly,
seeking cover from chairs. He moves L. where THE TOFF is. The three
sailors are R. SNIGGERS and ALBERT lean forward. BILL's arm keeps them
back. An arm-chair had better conceal them from the Indian. The black
Priest nears THE TOFF. BILL watches to see if any more are coming.
Then he leaps forward alone--he has taken his boots off--and knifes
the Priest. The Priest tries to shout but BILL's left hand is over his
mouth. THE TOFF continues to read his sporting paper. He never looks
around._]
BILL [_sotto voce_]. There's only one, Toffy. What shall we do?
THE TOFF [_without turning his head_]. Only one?
BILL. Yes.
THE TOFF. Wait a moment. Let me think. [_Still apparently absorbed in
his paper._] Ah, yes. You go back, Bill. We must attract another
guest.... Now, are you ready?
BILL. Yes.
THE TOFF. All right. You shall now see my demise at my Yorkshire
residence. You must receive guests for me. [_He leaps up in full view
of the window, flings up both arms and falls to the floor near the
dead Priest._] Now, be ready. [_His eyes close. There is a long pause.
Again the door opens, very, very slowly. Another priest creeps in. He
has three golden spots upon his forehead. He looks round, then he
creeps up to his companion and turns him over and looks inside of his
clenched hands. Then he looks at the recumbent TOFF. Then he creeps
toward him. BILL slips after him and knifes him like the other with
his left hand over his mouth._]
BILL [_sotto voce_]. We've only got two, Toffy.
THE TOFF. Still another.
BILL. What'll we do?
THE TOFF [_sitting up_]. Hum.
BILL. This is the best way, much.
THE TOFF. Out of the question. Never play the same game twice.
BILL. Why not, Toffy?
THE TOFF. Doesn't work if you do.
BILL. Well?
THE TOFF. I have it, Albert. You will now walk into the room. I showed
you how to do it.
ALBERT. Yes.
THE TOFF. Just run over here and have a fight at this window with
these two men.
ALBERT. But they're ...
THE TOFF. Yes, they're dead, my perspicuous Albert. But Bill and I are
going to resuscitate them.... Come on. [_BILL picks up a body under
the arms._]
THE TOFF. That's right, Bill. [_Does the same._] Come and help us,
Sniggers.... [_SNIGGERS comes._] Keep low, keep low. Wave their arms
about, Sniggers. Don't show yourself. Now, Albert, over you go. Our
Albert is slain. Back you get, Bill. Back, Sniggers. Still, Albert.
Mustn't move when he comes. Not a muscle. [_A face appears at the
window and stays for some time. Then the door opens and, looking
craftily round, the third Priest enters. He looks at his companions'
bodies and turns round. He suspects something. He takes up one of the
knives and with a knife in each hand he puts his back to the wall. He
looks to the left and right._]
THE TOFF. Come on, Bill. [_The Priest rushes to the door. THE TOFF
knifes the last Priest from behind._]
THE TOFF. A good day's work, my friends.
BILL. Well done, Toffy. Oh, you are a deep one!
ALBERT. A deep one if ever there was one.
SNIGGERS. There ain't any more, Bill, are there?
THE TOFF. No more in the world, my friend.
BILL. Aye, that's all there are. There were only three in the temple.
Three priests and their beastly idol.
ALBERT. What is it worth, Toffy? Is it worth a thousand pounds?
THE TOFF. It's worth all they've got in the shop. Worth just whatever
we like to ask for it.
ALBERT. Then we're millionaires now.
THE TOFF. Yes, and, what is more important, we no longer have any
heirs.
BILL. We'll have to sell it now.
ALBERT. That won't be easy. It's a pity it isn't small and we had half
a dozen. Hadn't the idol any other on him?
BILL. No, he was green jade all over and only had this one eye. He had
it in the middle of his forehead and was a long sight uglier than
anything else in the world.
SNIGGERS. I'm sure we ought all to be very grateful to Toffy.
BILL. And, indeed, we ought.
ALBERT. If it hadn't been for him....
BILL. Yes, if it hadn't been for old Toffy....
SNIGGERS. He's a deep one.
THE TOFF. Well, you see I just have a knack of foreseeing things.
SNIGGERS. I should think you did.
BILL. Why, I don't suppose anything happens that our Toff doesn't
foresee. Does it, Toffy?
THE TOFF. Well, I don't think it does, Bill. I don't think it often
does.
BILL. Life is no more than just a game of cards to our old Toff.
THE TOFF. Well, we've taken these fellows' trick.
SNIGGERS [_going to window_]. It wouldn't do for anyone to see them.
THE TOFF. Oh, nobody will come this way. We're all alone on a moor.
BILL. Where will we put them?
THE TOFF. Bury them in the cellar, but there's no hurry.
BILL. And what then, Toffy?
THE TOFF. Why, then we'll go to London and upset the ruby business. We
have really come through this job very nicely.
BILL. I think the first thing that we ought to do is to give a little
supper to old Toffy. We'll bury these fellows to-night.
ALBERT. Yes, let's.
SNIGGERS. The very thing!
BILL. And we'll all drink his health.
ALBERT. Good old Toffy!
SNIGGERS. He ought to have been a general or a premier. [_They get
bottles from cupboard, etc._]
THE TOFF. Well, we've earned our bit of a supper. [_They sit down._]
BILL [_glass in hand_]. Here's to old Toffy, who guessed everything!
ALBERT and SNIGGERS. Good old Toffy!
BILL. Toffy, who saved our lives and made our fortunes.
ALBERT and SNIGGERS. Hear! Hear!
THE TOFF. And here's to Bill, who saved me twice to-night.
BILL. Couldn't have done it but for your cleverness, Toffy.
SNIGGERS. Hear, hear! Hear! Hear!
ALBERT. He foresees everything.
BILL. A speech, Toffy. A speech from our general.
ALL. Yes, a speech.
SNIGGERS. A speech.
THE TOFF. Well, get me some water. This whisky's too much for my head,
and I must keep it clear till our friends are safe in the cellar.
BILL. Water? Yes, of course. Get him some water, Sniggers.
SNIGGERS. We don't use water here. Where shall I get it?
BILL. Outside in the garden. [_Exit SNIGGERS._]
ALBERT. Here's to future!
BILL. Here's to Albert Thomas, Esquire.
ALBERT. And William Jones, Esquire. [_Re-enter SNIGGERS, terrified._]
THE TOFF. Hullo, here's Jacob Smith, Esquire, J. P., alias Sniggers,
back again.
SNIGGERS. Toffy, I've been thinking about my share in that ruby. I
don't want it, Toffy; I don't want it.
THE TOFF. Nonsense, Sniggers. Nonsense.
SNIGGERS. You shall have it, Toffy, you shall have it yourself, only
say Sniggers has no share in this 'ere ruby. Say it, Toffy, say it!
BILL. Want to turn informer, Sniggers?
SNIGGERS. No, no. Only I don't want the ruby, Toffy....
THE TOFF. No more nonsense, Sniggers. We're all in together in this.
If one hangs, we all hang; but they won't outwit me. Besides, it's not
a hanging affair, they had their knives.
SNIGGERS. Toffy, Toffy, I always treated you fair, Toffy. I was always
one to say, Give Toffy a chance. Take back my share, Toffy.
THE TOFF. What's the matter? What are you driving at?
SNIGGERS. Take it back, Toffy.
THE TOFF. Answer me, what are you up to?
SNIGGERS. I don't want my share any more.
BILL. Have you seen the police? [_ALBERT pulls out his knife._]
THE TOFF. No, no knives, Albert.
ALBERT. What then?
THE TOFF. The honest truth in open court, barring the ruby. We were
attacked.
SNIGGERS. There's no police.
THE TOFF. Well, then, what's the matter?
BILL. Out with it.
SNIGGERS. I swear to God....
ALBERT. Well?
THE TOFF. Don't interrupt.
SNIGGERS. I swear I saw something _what I didn't like_.
THE TOFF. What you didn't like?
SNIGGERS [_in tears_]. O Toffy, Toffy, take it back. Take my share.
Say you take it.
THE TOFF. What has he seen? [_Dead silence, only broken by SNIGGERS'S
sobs. Then steps are heard. Enter a hideous idol. It is blind and
gropes its way. It gropes its way to the ruby and picks it up and
screws it into a socket in the forehead. SNIGGERS still weeps softly,
the rest stare in horror. The idol steps out, not groping. Its steps
move off, then stop._]
THE TOFF. O, great heavens!
ALBERT [_in a childish, plaintive voice_]. What is it, Toffy?
BILL. Albert, it is that obscene idol [_in a whisper_] come from
India.
ALBERT. It is gone.
BILL. It has taken its eye.
SNIGGERS. We are saved.
A VOICE OFF [_with outlandish accent_]. Meestaire William Jones, Able
Seaman. [_THE TOFF has never spoken, never moved. He only gazes
stupidly in horror._]
BILL. Albert, Albert, what is this? [_He rises and walks out. One moan
is heard. SNIGGERS goes to the window. He falls back sickly._]
ALBERT [_in a whisper_]. What has happened?
SNIGGERS. I have seen it. I have seen it. O, I have seen it! [_He
returns to table._]
THE TOFF [_laying his hand very gently on SNIGGERS's arm, speaking
softly and winningly._] What was it, Sniggers?
SNIGGERS. I have seen it.
ALBERT. What?
SNIGGERS. O!
VOICE. Meestaire Albert Thomas, Able Seaman.
ALBERT. Must I go, Toffy? Toffy, must I go?
SNIGGERS [_clutching him_]. Don't move.
ALBERT [_going_]. Toffy, Toffy. [_Exit._]
VOICE. Meestaire Jacob Smith, Able Seaman.
SNIGGERS. I can't go, Toffy. I can't go. I can't do it. [_He goes._]
VOICE. Meestaire Arnold Everett Scott-Fortescue, late Esquire, Able
Seaman.
THE TOFF. I did not foresee it. [_Exit._]
[THE CURTAIN.]
THE TWILIGHT SAINT[48]
By STARK YOUNG