Topp. (Dodging.) I don’t like that. That’s partiality.
Twiggs. Ah, possibly. (Reflects a moment.) Stay, I have an idea. (Produces pistol from pocket.) Dr. Short, favor me with your weapon. (Takes Short’s pistol and goes up C.) Ready, gentlemen. Dr. Short, I’ll trouble you to give the signal. The principals will kindly aim at each other and, to show strict impartiality, I’ll shoot at both. (Levels a pistol at each of the principals.)
Topp. (Dodging.) Hold on there!
Tick. (Dodging, immediately recovering himself.) No sir—ee! that wont do!
Dr. Short. Extraordinary!
Enter Mrs. Twiggs, R., runs to Twiggs.
Mrs. T. Oh, Josiah, have you found them? (Twiggs hastily thrusts one pistol in his pocket and tries to hide the other under his coat.) Oh, Josiah, why don’t you speak. Is anybody killed? Has blood been shed?
Twiggs. (Disgusted.) Not a blamed drop! (Aside.) Fun all spoiled.
Enter Angie and Mrs. T-K., running R.