Mr. B. Bring along your revolver, Templeton; I'm going to take a look at that burglar.
Mrs. T. (trying to restrain Mr. T.). You'll both be murdered!
Mr. T. (pompously). I'm not afraid.
(Exeunt Mr. B. and Mr. T., l. Sue listens at the door.)
Mrs. B. They should not open that closet door until the police come.
Mrs. T. (putting her hands over her ears). There'll be firing in a minute.
Sue. They are bringing him in here!
(Mrs. B. screams. All retreat to farther side of room.)
Enter Mr. T., Mr. B., and Dean, l.
Mrs. B. (running to Dean and embracing him). My dear brother, are you alive?