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It's a dark place, and dead night.

      KEITH. When did you leave the girl again?

      LARRY. About seven.

      KEITH. Where did you go?

      LARRY. To my rooms.

      KEITH. To Fitzroy Street?

      LARRY. Yes.

      KEITH. What have you done since?

      LARRY. Sat there—thinking.

      KEITH. Not been out?

      LARRY. No.

      KEITH. Not seen the girl?

      [LARRY shakes his head.]

      Will she give you away?

      LARRY. Never.

      KEITH. Or herself hysteria?

      LARRY. No.

      KEITH. Who knows of your relations with her?

      LARRY. No one.

      KEITH. No one?

      LARRY. I don't know who should, Keith.

      KEITH. Did anyone see you go in last night, when you first went to her?

      LARRY. No. She lives on the ground floor. I've got keys.

      KEITH. Give them to me.

      LARRY takes two keys from his pocket and hands them to his brother.

      LARRY. [Rising] I can't be cut off from her!

      KEITH. What! A girl like that?

      LARRY. [With a flash] Yes, a girl like that.

      KEITH. [Moving his hand to put down old emotion] What else have you that connects you with her?

      LARRY. Nothing.

      KEITH. In your rooms?

      [LARRY shakes his head.]

      Photographs? Letters?

      LARRY. No.

      KEITH. Sure?

      LARRY. Nothing.

      KEITH. No one saw you going back to her?

      [LARRY shakes his head. ]

      Nor leave in the morning? You can't be certain.

      LARRY. I am.

      KEITH. You were fortunate. Sit down again, man. I must think.

      He turns to the fire and leans his elbows on the mantelpiece and his head on his hands. LARRY Sits down again obediently.

      KEITH. It's all too unlikely. It's monstrous!

      LARRY. [Sighing it out] Yes.

      KEITH. This Walenn—was it his first reappearance after an absence?

      LARRY. Yes.

      KEITH. How did he find out where she was?

      LARRY. I don't know.

      KEITH. [Brutally] How drunk were you?

      LARRY. I was not drunk.

      KEITH. How much had you drunk, then?

      LARRY. A little claret—nothing!

      KEITH. You say you didn't mean to kill him.

      LARRY. God knows.

      KEITH. That's something.

      LARRY. He hit me. [He holds up his hands] I didn't know I was so strong.

      KEITH. She was hanging on to him, you say?—That's ugly.

      LARRY. She was scared for me.

      KEITH. D'you mean she—loves you?

      LARRY. [Simply] Yes, Keith.

      KEITH. [Brutally] Can a woman like that love?

      LARRY. [Flashing out] By God, you are a stony devil! Why not?

      KEITH. [Dryly] I'm trying to get at truth. If you want me to help, I must know everything. What makes you think she's fond of you?

      LARRY. [With a crazy laugh] Oh, you lawyer! Were you never in a woman's arms?

      KEITH. I'm talking of love.

      LARRY. [Fiercely] So am I. I tell you she's devoted. Did you ever pick up a lost dog? Well, she has the lost dog's love for me. And I for her; we picked each other up. I've never felt for another woman what I feel for her—she's been the saving of me!

      KEITH. [With a shrug] What made you choose that archway?

      LARRY. It was the first dark place.

      KEITH. Did his face look as if he'd been strangled?

      LARRY. Don't!

      KEITH. Did it?

      [LARRY bows his head.]

      Very disfigured?

      LARRY. Yes.

      KEITH. Did you look to see if his clothes were marked?

      LARRY. No.

      KEITH. Why not?

      LARRY. [In an outburst] I'm not made of iron, like you. Why not? If you had done it–!

      KEITH. [Holding up his hand] You say he was disfigured. Would he be recognisable?

      LARRY. [Wearily] I don't know.

      KEITH. When she lived with him last—where was that?

      LARRY. In Pimlico, I think.

      KEITH. Not Soho?

      [LARRY shakes his head.]

      How long has she been at this Soho place?

      LARRY. Nearly a year.

      KEITH. Living this life?

      LARRY. Till she met me.

      KEITH. Till, she met you? And you believe–?

      LARRY. [Starting up] Keith!

      KEITH. [Again raising his hand] Always in the same rooms?

      LARRY. [Subsiding] Yes.

      KEITH. What was he? A professional bully?

      [LARRY nods.]

      Spending most of his time abroad, I suppose.

      LARRY. I think so.

      KEITH. Can you say if he was known to the police?

      LARRY. I've never heard.

      KEITH turns away and walks up and down; then, stopping at LARRY's chair, he speaks.

      KEITH. Now listen, Larry. When you leave here, go straight home, and stay there till I give you leave to go out again. Promise.

      LARRY. I promise.

      KEITH. Is your promise worth anything?

      LARRY. [With one of his flashes] "Unstable as water, he shall not excel!"

      KEITH. Exactly. But if I'm to help you, you must do as I say. I must have time to think this out. Have you got money?

      LARRY. Very little.

      KEITH. [Grimly] Half-quarter day—yes, your quarter's always spent by then. If you're to get away—never mind, I can manage the money.

      LARRY. [Humbly] You're very good, Keith; you've always been very good to me—I don't know why.

      KEITH. [Sardonically] Privilege of A brother. As it happens, I'm thinking of myself and our family. You can't indulge yourself in killing without bringing ruin. My God! I suppose you realise that you've made me an accessory after the fact—me, King's counsel—sworn to the service of the Law, who, in a year or two, will have the trying of cases like yours! By heaven, Larry, you've surpassed yourself!

      LARRY. [Bringing out a little box] I'd better have done with it.

      KErra. You fool! Give that to me.

      LARRY. [With a strange smite] No. [He holds up a tabloid between finger and thumb] White magic, Keith! Just one—and they may do what they like to you, and you won't know it. Snap your

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