Corney exits centre to R.
Nio. (following him up, looks off L., then turns to Dunn) Have you resolved truth shall be told, and all disclosed, Petramos?
Dunn. Truth! no! I took a feeler at that; it isn’t to be thought of.
Nio. (going R. C. towards Dunn) As my lord says—it would be well, then, to hire some slave to murder him that’s gone! (mysteriously pointing off L.)
Dunn. Murder Corney! What for?
Nio. He will betray.
Dunn. He can’t—he doesn’t know!
Nio. But he suspects!
Dunn. Suspects the truth! Ridiculous! There may be, well there are—suspicions—but they’ll never take that form; and the only difficulty is to keep up something that’s possible of belief till we can provide for you, or hear from your friends. (R. of table)
Nio. (on steps C.) Alas! have I in all the world a friend?