Daisy. Shall I come?
Harry. Oh, I'll call you if you're wanted.
[Daisy sinks into a chair, shuddering, and covers her face with her hands. The Amah seizes her opportunity. She cuts the rope which binds the prisoner. As soon as he is free he steps out into the darkness. The Amah watches for a moment and then cries out.
Amah. Help, help!
[Daisy springs up and Harry hurries in.
Harry. What's the matter?
Amah. Coolie. Him run away.
Harry. [Looking at the place where he had been tied up.] By God!
Amah. Missy feel velly ill. No can stand blood. Feel faint. I run fetch smelly salts and when I come back him gone. Him bad man.
[Harry goes to the door and looks at the rope.