Enter_ Captain George Jeffreys _with_
Sergeant-Major Tompkins _and squad of soldiers._
_G.J._ Marmaduke Beltravers, _ne_ Heinrich Hoggenheimer, the game is up.
(Marmaduke _dashes to the window. The dozen supers outside raise a howl of
execration mingled with cries of "Lynch the spy!_") You see, there is no
way of escape.
_M.B._ (_drawing revolver_). You shall not long enjoy your triumph. I have
but one cartridge, but perchance it will be enough for you. [_Pulls
trigger, but finds action rather stiff._
_G.J._ Look out, Mary! These things are rather tricky in inexperienced
hands. [Marmaduke _succeeds in pulling trigger. There is a violent
explosion and a large hole appears in_ George's _breeches._
_G.J._ (_calmly to the baffled_ Marmaduke). Bad luck! That's my cork one. I
lost the original when I got this. [_Touches V.C. pinned on his
breast._
_M.B._ (_annoyed_). Curse, and curse again! [_Gnawing his moustache he
falls in with squad._
_Sergt.-Major T._ Prisoner and escort, 'SHUN! Stand at--EASE. 'SHUN. Move
to the right in fours. Form--FOURS.
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