R. F. White

“ Gerald Maristowe (entering cautiously through the window and carrying a rifle) . This is a devil of a risky business, this rifle practice, but Ulster must he saved somehow. I see I've broken the window. Wonder if I've done any other damage. (Sees Sir Frank.) Gee! I've killed a man! (Sees Reggie.) Oh, glory! I've killed two of 'em! Reggie, too, by all that's rum! I say, you know, that's pretty useful shooting... Still, it probably means hanging, and I 'm—er—hanged if I'll be hanged. Let me rather die by my own hand. (Discharges rifle at himself, and falls on floor.) ”

“ Sir Frank Bulkeley, m'm. (Goes out and Sir Frank enters.)
Sir Frank. My dear Violet——— (A report is heard and a splintering of glass.) Confound it all, I'm shot! (Falls on floor.)
Violet. Yes, he certainly appears to be shot. I'd better go and see the police about it. (Goes out.)
Reggie Fortescue (entering precipitately) . Violet... (Looking round in perplexity) . Not here! She said she would be here... She is false to me. False! I have nothing left to live for. (Takes out a revolver, shoots himself and falls on the floor.) ”

“ Gerald Maristowe, I arrest you for the murder of Sir Frank Bulkeley, Bart., and I warn you that anything you may say will be used in evidence against you.
Violet. Oh, we must save him. What can we do? ”