(Alarmed.)
Wid. Don’t let him in.
(Runs to door, L.)
Cheri. Where on earth can I conceal myself? Ah, here! (Throws open folding doors. Widgetts stands transfixed with terror; Mdlle. Cheri Bounce screams in a state of dreadful alarm.) Oh, oh, oh! There’s a woman drowned in the water-butt.
Mary. ’Tis Mary White, the laundress. Widgetts murdered her.
Wid. I’ll be d——d if he did!
Mary. Never mind, he’ll be hanged for it all the same.
[Exit through folding-doors which she closes after her.
Wid. Widgetts hanged! You might as well hang me.
Cheri. Good heavens! What a horrid place I’ve got into. (Knocking at door, L., Brown outside calling “Let me in! Open the door.”) Oh, that Brown will make another victim of me!