Morris. You were right on the spot, Doc, when you talked about that red lamp of yours. That red lamp is the light of science that will put out all the lanterns of your turnip ghosts. It's a consuming fire, Doctor, but it is the red light of the morning. [Points at it in exalted enthusiasm.] Your priests can no more stop that light from shining or change its colour and its radiance than Joshua could stop the sun and moon. [Laughs savagely.] Why, a real fairy in an elfin cloak strayed too near the lamp an hour or two ago; and it turned him into a common society clown with a white tie.
[The lamp at the end of the garden turns blue. They all look at it in silence.
Morris. [Splitting the silence on a high unnatural note.] Wait a bit! Wait a bit! I've got you! I'll have you!... [He strides wildly up and down the room, biting his finger.] You put a wire ... no, that can't be it....
Doctor. [Speaking to him soothingly.] Well, well, just at this moment we need not inquire....
Morris. [Turning on him furiously.] You call yourself a man of science, and you dare to tell me not to inquire!
Smith. We only mean that for the moment you might let it alone.
Morris. [Violently.] No, Priest, I will not let it alone. [Pacing the room again.] Could it be done with mirrors? [He clasps his brow.] You have a mirror.... [Suddenly, with a shout.] I've got it! I've got it! Mixture of lights! Why not? If you throw a green light on a red light....
[Sudden silence.
Smith. [Quietly to the Doctor.] You don't get blue.
Doctor. [Stepping across to the Conjurer.] If you have done this trick, for God's sake undo it.