GUY (taking another coin, spinning and catching rapidly). This time, Kelsall.
MARTIN. Heads.
GUY (looking). The pistol's yours.
(Martin crosses doubtfully and takes it.)
Oh yes, it's loaded.
RUTH (facing Martin, covering Guy, melodramatically) Martin, you'll shoot him through my body.
GUY. I'm sure that's out of Mrs. Radcliffe, Ruth. It has the true romantic ring. Will you help me to tie her up, Kelsall? It's a bore to have to ask the favour, but——
MARTIN. You're smiling and you're going to die.
GUY. It's possible, but these cold nights do make a man's hand shake, don't they? Your luck may not be altogether in. The heavens do not send the sign you look for.
MARTIN. They sent the moon to shoot you by.