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pardon, sir, he said it was only an excuse, and he
wouldn’t stand any nonsense. |
VAUGHAN.
An excuse! Who is the fellow?
BUTLER.
I think he is a friend of Mr. Percy’s, sir.
PERCY [alarmed].
It might be my father. [Aszde.] And I could have
finished to-night—the very last word. Something
has been singing in me all day.
VAUGHAN.
This is a serious matter, John. I will come and
speak to him. [Extt. The voices ave heard outside.
BRANDON [stout, purple, “ knobbed,” and ill-tempered).
Yes, sir. Either I see my son now, or I fetch ina
policeman. Kidnapper! Yes, sir, that’s what I call
you! Yes, sir! my name zs Brandon. And your
damned name is Vaughan, sir! And I'll drag your
damned name through a police-court, sir, as soon as
—as—Where’s my son?
[Js heard to move towards dining-room.
VAUGHAN. Sou.
John! shut that door. Mr. Brandon, my daughtér
is at dinner in that room. I cannot allow you to enter.