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ing 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_ (_entering cautiously through the window and carrying a rifle_). This is a devil of a risky business, this rifle practice, but Ulster must be 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._) _Violet_ (_re-entering with an Inspector and a Constable_). There he is, Inspector. (_Sees_ Gerald.) My goodness, there seem to be two now! I feel sure.... (_Sees_ Reggie.) _Three!_ Really, Inspector, I feel almost certain that when I left.... Oh, it's Reggie! My heart is broken! (_Faints._) _Inspector._ Stand back, Clarkson; this job requires thought. (_Takes up telephone receiver._) Circus 20634, Miss.... That you Doc.? Come round at once, please.... Two or three men shot.... Right.... (_Hangs up receiver._) Clarkson, measure the exact distance between each corpse and the window. (Clarkson _proceeds to do so._ _Enter_ Doctor.) Ah, Doc., that's the little job I mentioned. _Doctor_ (_kneeling by_ Violet). This one isn't shot; she's only fainted. She'll be all right in a minute. (_Examines_ Gerald.) Nor is this one. _He_'ll be all right in a minute. (_Examines_ Reggie.) Nor is this one. _He_'ll be all right in a minute. (_Examines_ Sir Frank.) This one is, though. Dead as a door-nail. (Violet, Reggie _and_ Gerald _rise simultaneously to their feet._) There you are! I told you so. _Gerald_ (_aside_). Missed! _Reggie_ (_aside_). Missed! (_Aloud_) Violet, I love you! _Violet._ I'm _so_ glad, because I love you. _Reggie_ (_confidentially_). Do you know, I really thought I was dead. Hello, Gerald, old son, what are you doing here? _Gerald._ Oh, I thought I'd sort of look in, you know. _Inspector._ Violet Hazelw
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