C._)
BELDON (_up R., calling after him_). And I hope Jerry'll pay you a
visit.
MALCOLM (_rises, goes to fire_). Well, I'm going to have another whisky
if you gentlemen will join me. I think it'll do us all good after that
tale. George, take the orders.
(_GEORGE comes down with salver to table R., gathers up glasses._)
SOMERS. Not quite so much hot water in mine.
MALCOLM. I'll have the same again, George.
BELDON. A leetle bit of lemon in mine, George.
LEEK. Whisky and soda for me, please.
HIRST. Whisky!
(_GEORGE goes to table R., collects glasses, crosses to door L.
speaks._)
GEORGE (_to MALCOLM_). Shall I light the gas, Mr. Malcolm? (_At door._)
MALCOLM. No, the fire's very comfortable, unless any of you gentlemen
prefer the gas.
OMNES. No, not at all--etc.
MALCOLM. Never mind, George. (_This to GEORGE as no one wants the gas._)
The firelight is pleasanter.
(_Exit GEORGE for orders L._)
(_BELDON gets C._)
MALCOLM (_at fire_). Does any gentleman know another----?
SOMERS (_seated R._). Well, I remember hearing----
BELDON (_up C._). Oh, I say--that'll do.
(_OMNES laugh._)
LEEK. Yes, I think you all look as if you'd heard enough ghost stories
to do you the rest of your lives. And you're not all as anxious to see
the real article as the old gentleman who's just gone.
HIRST (_looking to L._). Old humbug! I should like to put him to the
test.
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