Policeman. So he might be, too.
Magistrate. We must take both these men to the scene of the murder. We must confront them with the body of the real Jack Smith.
Jack Smith. I'll break the head of any man that will find my dead body!
Magistrate. I'll call more help from the barracks. [Blows Policeman's whistle.]
Bartley. It is what I am thinking, if myself and Jack Smith are put together in the one cell for the night, the handcuffs will be taken off him, and his hands will be free, and murder will be done that time surely!
Magistrate. Come on! [They turn to the right.]
[THE CURTAIN.]
MUSIC FOR THE SONG IN THE PLAY
THE RED-HAIRED MAN'S WIFE
