Everybody knows that here.
Harry (_Thoughtful_). Troubled--for years! (_Suddenly_.) Well, I am the
son.
Bessie (_Steps back_). You! . .. Harry!
Harry (_Amused, dry tone_). Got hold of my name, eh? Been making friends
with the old man?
Bessie (_Distressed_). Yes... I... sometimes. . . (_Rapidly!_) He's our
landlord.
Harry (_Scornfully_). Owns both them rabbit hutches, does he? Just a
thing he'd be proud of... (_Earnest_.) And now you had better tell me
all about that chap who's coming to-morrow. Know anything of him? I
reckon there's more than one in that little game. Come! Out with it!
(_Chaffing_.) I don't take no... from women.
Bessie (_Bewildered_). Oh! It's so difficult... What had I better do?...
Harry (_Good-humoured_). Make a clean breast of it.
Bessie (_Wildly to herself_). Impossible! (_Starts_.) You don't
understand. I must think--see--try to--I, I must have time. Plenty of
time.
Harry. What for? Come. Two words. And don't be afraid for yourself. I
ain't going to make it a police job. But it's the other fellow that'll
get upset when he least expects it. There'll be some fun when he shows
his mug here to-morrow. (_Snaps fingers_.) I don't care that for the old
man's dollars, but right is right. You shall see me put a head on that
coon, whoever he is.
Bessie (_Wrings hands slightly_).
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