MRS. HOLROYD
But—!
BLACKMORE
He won't wake again. The drink will have got hold of him by now. (He hesitates) Could you take hold of his feet—he's so heavy.
MRS. HOLROYD
Yes.
[They go out and are seen stooping over Holroyd.
BLACKMORE
Wait, wait, till I've got him—half a minute.
[Mrs. Holroyd backs in first. They carry Holroyd in and lay him on the sofa.