INTERIOR OF DRUCE’S COTTAGE.
DAN’L DRUCE, BLACKSMITH.
ACT I.
Scene.—Interior of Dan’l Druce’s hut, a tumble-down old shanty, of the rudest description; with very small wood fire. The whole place is as squalid and miserable as possible. Wind and snow without. Rain and wind heard each time door is opened. Night.
Rip. (without). Hullo! Dan’l, art within? (Knocks.) Dan’l, I say, open, will you? (He kicks the door open.) Why, the hut’s empty. Where’s the old devil gone, I wonder? Come in, master, out of the storm.
Enter Marple.
Don’t be afeard (Marple shuts door); he’ll be a bit rusty, to be sure, at our coming in without leave, but that’ll blow off sooner than the gale outside.
Mar. Is the man away?