ad a fall.

HUNT. A free pardon and fifty shiners down.

SMITH. A free pardon, Jerry?

HUNT. Don't I tell you so?

SMITH. And fifty down? fifty?

HUNT. On the nail.

SMITH. So you came a cropper with her, and then you tried it on with me?

HUNT. I suppose you mean you're a born idiot?

SMITH. What I mean is, Jerry, that you've broke my heart. I used to look
up to you like a party might to Julius Caesar. One more of boyhood's
dreams gone pop! (_Enter MOORE, L._)

HUNT (_to both_). Come, then, I'll take the pair, and be damned to you.
Free pardon to both, fifty down and the Deacon out of the way. I don't
care for you commoners, it's the Deacon I want.

JEAN (_looking off stolidly_). I think the kirks are scalin'. There
seems to be mair people in the streets.

HUNT. O, that's the way, is it? Do you know that I can hang you, my
woman, and your fancy man as well?

JEAN. I daur say ye would like fine to, Mr. Hunt; and here's my service
to you. (_Going._)

HUNT. George, don't you be a tomfool, anyway. Think of the blowen here,
and have brains for two.

SMITH (_going_). Ah, Jerry, if you knew anything, how different you
would talk! (_They go off together, R._)

SCENE III

HUNT, MOORE

HUNT. Half a tick, Badger. You're a man of parts, you are; you're solid,
you're a true-born Englishman; you ain't a Jerry-go-Nimble like him. Do
you know what your pal the Deacon's worth to you? Fifty golden Georges
and a free pardon. No questions asked and no receipts demanded. What do
you say? Is it a deal?

MOORE (_as to himself_). Muck! (_He goes out, R._)

SCENE IV

_HUNT, to whom AINSLIE_

HUNT (_looking after them ruefully_). And these were the very parties I
was looking for! (Ah, Jerry, Jerry, if they knew this at the office!)
Well, the market price of that 'ere two hundred is a trifle on the
decline and fall. (_Looking L._) Hullo! (_Slapping his thigh._) Send me
victorious! It's King's evidence on two legs. (_Advancing with great
cordiality to meet AINSLIE, who enters L._) And so your name's Andrew
Ainslie, is it? As I was saying, you're the very party I was looking
for. Ain't it strange, now, that I should have dropped across you
comfortable and promiscuous like this?

AINSLIE. I dinna ken wha ye are, and I'm ill for my bed.

HUNT. Let your bed wait, Andrew. I want a little chat with you; just a
quiet little sociable wheeze. Just about our friends, you know. About
Badger Moore, and George the D