CHRISTY.
Dick.
RICHARD.
Answer properly, you jumping jackass. What do they know about Dick?
CHRISTY.
Well, you are Dick, ain’t you? What am I to say?
SWINDON.
Address me, sir; and do you, prisoner, be silent. Tell us who the prisoner is.
CHRISTY.
He’s my brother Dudgeon.
SWINDON.
Your brother!
CHRISTY.
Yes.
SWINDON.
You are sure he is not Anderson.
CHRISTY.
Who?
RICHARD.
(exasperatedly). Me, me, me, you—