(All start, and a quick pattering of footsteps is heard rapidly approaching the room. The door flies open and Hirst flings himself gasping and shivering into Malcolm's arms. The door remains open. He has only his trousers and shirt on, his face very white with fear and his own hair all standing on end. Leek lights the gas, then goes to R. of Hirst.)
Omnes. What's the matter?
Malcolm. Why, it's Hirst.
(Shakes him roughly by the shoulder.)
What's up?
Hirst. I've seen—oh, Lord! I'll never play the fool again. (Goes C.)
Others. Seen what?
Hirst. Him—it—the ghost—anything.
Malcolm (uneasily). Rot!
Hirst. I was coming down the stairs to get something I'd forgotten, when I felt a tap—(He breaks off suddenly gazing through open door.) I thought I saw it again—Look—at the foot of the stairs, can't you see anything? (Shaking Leek.)