Carter. They'd find you out before then. But why, why not you
take the news to Morgan?
Gordon. There is not time for me to even hear it: and if there
were--. Ha! what's that?
[Far down underneath the floor the sound of metal striking on
the rock.
You hear!
[The sound again.
Listen!
[The sound a little louder.
What part of the floor?
[The clock begins to strike twelve.
Carter. Under the mattress--here!
Gordon. Go to the door and listen for him.
[Carter goes to door and bends down, listening. Gordon pushes
aside the mattress and begins to claw the bricks with
his fingers.
Carter. All's quiet. He does not always come. Here, your hands
are bleeding.
[He begins to help with the bricks. They get one up, then some
dirt, then another brick.
Gordon. Only a second now (he and Carter tear up more bricks)
Look out! (he pushes Carter back. A man's hand and arm appear through
the floor, then is quickly withdrawn). All right!
Voice Below. Are you safe?
Gordon. Yes.
Voice.
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