Leek (to Hirst). You'll be all right in the morning.
Hirst. Good night, all. (As he crosses to door.)
Omnes. Good night.
(All talking at fire, not looking to L. as Hirst and Somers exeunt. Hirst chuckles and gives Somers a sly dig.)
Somers. Good night.
Malcolm (at fireplace). Well, I suppose the bet's off, though as far as I can see I won it. I never saw a man so scared in all my life. Sort of poetic justice about it. (Leek with revolver in his hand, is just putting it into his pocket. Seeing him.) Why, what's that you've got there?
Leek. A revolver. (At fire.) You see I do a lot of night driving, visiting patients in outlying districts—they're a tough lot round here, and one never knows what might happen, so I have been accustomed to carry it. I just pulled it out so as to have it handy. I meant to have a pot at that ghost if I had seen him. There's no law against it, is there? I never heard of a close time for ghosts.
Beldon.—Oh, I say, never mind ghosts. Will you share my room? (To Malcolm.)
(George comes down a little, holding candle.)
Malcolm. With pleasure. I'm not exactly frightened, but I'd sooner have company, and I daresay George here would be glad to be allowed to make up a bed on the floor.