(Hands paper to Bart, pointing out the place.)
Miss Brown—(Reading her newspaper.) Poor soft soul, it's certainly awful.
Bart—(Clutching his head.) Great heavens! She left a note. "I did it for love, he will understand. S. W." She's dead, she's dead, there's blood on my hands.
King—Pull yourself together. Don't make a scene here.
Bart—I've killed her just as surely as if I'd thrown her into the water myself. I'm a murderer, that's what I am. I've murdered Selina!
King—Sit down, and listen to me.
Bart—Murderer, Selina's murderer!
King—Sit down! We must work this out together quietly.
Bart—(Bitterly.) Be quiet with a murder on my conscience.
Miss Brown—(To Boy, folding up her newspaper.) Well I ain't seen the man, I'd kill myself for.