RADA No. In the old mill-house. Not a hundred yards away. Money, money enough to make us all rich. But [a cunning expression comes into her face] if I tell you where to find it, you must come back and give me my share.
MICHAEL [Staring at her.] Another pack of lies! What are you up to, eh?
ARRAM It's been too much for her nerves. Don't worry her, or she'll go out of her mind, and then there'll be nobody to get us our supper.
NANKO That would be selfish, Rada. You know it's Christmas Eve. Nobody ought to think of unpleasant things on Christmas Eve. I don't think it's right to spoil people's pleasure on Christmas Eve. What have you done with the Christmas tree, Rada?
ARRAM And who's to blame? That's what I want to know. You don't blame us, do you? Why, as likely as not, we shall be fighting on your side against somebody else before next Christmas.
MICHAEL What have you got in there? [He points to the door on the left again and advances toward it.]
RADA [Hurriedly and as if misunderstanding him, opens a cupboard between him and the door.] Food! Food! Food for hungry men! Food enough for a wolf-pack. Come on, help yourselves!
MICHAEL Holy St. Peter, what a larder! Look at this, Arram. Here's a dinner for forty men.
RADA [Laughing wildly.] Better take your pick before the others come. It's our Christmas dinner.
[_She thrusts dishes into MICHAEL'S hands and begins loading the table with food._]