RICHARD.
(in his usual bullying tone to Christy). Don’t be frightened, you fool: you’re only wanted as a witness. They’re not going to hang YOU.
SWINDON.
What’s your name?
CHRISTY.
Christy.
RICHARD.
(impatiently). Christopher Dudgeon, you blatant idiot. Give your full name.
SWINDON.
Be silent, prisoner. You must not prompt the witness.
RICHARD.
Very well. But I warn you you’ll get nothing out of him unless you shake it out of him. He has been too well brought up by a pious mother to have any sense or manhood left in him.
BURGOYNE.
(springing up and speaking to the sergeant in a startling voice). Where is the man who brought these?
THE SERGEANT.
In the guard-room, sir.
Burgoyne goes out with a haste that sets the officers exchanging looks.
SWINDON.
(to Christy). Do you know Anthony Anderson, the Presbyterian minister?