THE GHOST OF MERSEREAU (_bending over Davidson_): “Softly! Softly!
He’s quite asleep! He didn’t think we could get him—that I could! But
this time,—yes. Miss Koehler is asleep at the end of the hall and Miss
Liggett can’t come, can’t hear. He’s too weak now. He can scarcely move
or groan. Strengthen my hand, will you! I will grip him so tight this
time that he won’t get away! His cries won’t help him this time! He
can’t cry as he once did! Now! Now!”
A CLOUD OF EVIL SPIRITS (_swimming about_): “Right! Right! Good! Good!
Now! Ah!”
DAVIDSON (_waking, choking, screaming, and feebly striking out_):
“Help! Help! H-e-l-p! Miss—Miss—H—e—l—p!”
MISS LIGGETT (_dozing heavily in her chair_): “Everything is still. No
one restless. I can sleep.” (Her head nods.)
THE CLOUD OF EVIL SPIRITS: “Good! Good! Good! His soul at last! Here it
comes! He couldn’t escape this time! Ah! Good! Good! Now!”
MERSEREAU (_to Davidson_): “You murderer! At last! At last!”