Leslie. I will give you a light. (He lights the candles. Lights up.)
Lawson. God A’michty! William Brodie!
Leslie. Yes, Brodie was good enough to watch with me.
Lawson. But he gaed awa’ . . . I dinna see . . . an’ Lord be guid to us, the window’s open!
Leslie. A trap we laid for them: a device of Brodie’s.
Brodie (to Lawson). Set a thief to catch a thief. (Passing to Leslie, aside.) Walter Leslie, God will reward. (Jean signals again.)
Lawson. I dinna like that singin’ at siccan a time o’ the nicht.
Brodie. I must go.
Lawson. Not one foot o’ ye. I’m ower glad to find ye in guid hands. Ay, ye dinna ken how glad.
Brodie (aside to Leslie). Get me out of this. There’s a man there will stick at nothing.