Jarvis. The man with a smoky lantern has been up those stairs.
Rusty. You ain't goin' up there, is you?
Jarvis. I am not—because the Duke or some of his men are probably waiting for me at the top of the stairs with a big long gun, and I'm no book hero.
Rusty. Suppose it's the Prince?
Jarvis. Well, suppose it is the Prince. He might blow my head off, because he doesn't know what I came here for—and if it's someone else, they'll blow my head off, because they do know.
Rusty. (Looks at ceiling and following supposed sounds with head r.c.) Sounds like somebody was runnin' round.
Jarvis. (c.) They're trying to scare us, Rusty. They're probably watching every move we make. That's where that pounding comes from. Why don't they shoot? They're trying to scare us, like they did the poor boobs down in the village. (Rusty crosses to fireplace.) They want to get us out of here. They want to get us out of this room. Rusty, someone was working in the room. Now, where was he working? Where was he——
Rusty. (Meanwhile has crossed to mantel and picked up hammer and chisel) Look here, Marse Warren—look y'ere! (A few steps from fireplace.)
Jarvis. (Crossing to Rusty) What is it, Rusty?
Rusty. (Handing them to Jarvis) Look at them.