Spread that piece out. What's here?
[They all bend over the paper. There is a movement in the hall.
All the men look up, facing the door.
Hop. Who's there?
Gordon (draws back the curtains, entering from the hall in citizen's
clothes). Your prisoner, sir!
[All the men start, then some go quickly to him. Mrs. S. gives
a cry of "Gordon!" Then she and Fair stand gazing in a
horrified way at him. Charlotte takes a step nearer.
Char. (under her breath). My God!
Hop. (to Gordon). I arrest you as a spy!
Gordon. I am already your prisoner.
Winth. (in an agony). Why did you not escape!
Gordon. I had no chance.
Winth. Ah!
Evans (by the table with the paper). Colonel, look at this paper.
As I'm alive, I think it is a trick! The ink is hardly dry. What if she
meant it for a signal?
Char. A signal! So that's it, you dog! You think I led him into his
surrender; you think it is because I am afraid, and that is why I gave
the paper up to you! A signal, then! If that is so, then every thing I
do must seem a signal. I go up to him so (she goes to Gordon); I take
his hands and look into his eyes; I say to him: Well done; you are a
hero, even though you fail, I throw the curtains back and tell you, you
can search the place: there's no more you can find; he is the last.
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