AUSTIN. [Raising weapon.] Holdup your hands!
MRS. AUSTIN. [Rushing forward.] No. Stop!
AUSTIN. What do you mean?
MRS. AUSTIN. I say stop! I promised him his freedom!
AUSTIN. My dear...
MRS. AUSTIN. Give me the weapon.
AUSTIN. Why...
MRS. AUSTIN. Give it to me. [Takes revolver.] Now sit down.
JIM. [Has been staring wildly at AUSTIN.] My God, it's the lawyer fellow!
MRS. AUSTIN. Yes, it is he.