Right. I'll go to the police station and give myself
up. [He turns resolutely to the door: but Hector stops him].
HECTOR. { Oh, no. You mustn't do that.
RANDALL. [speaking { No no. Clear out man, can't you; and
together] don't be a fool.
MRS. HUSHABYE { Don't be so silly. Can't you repent at
home?
LADY UTTERWORD. You will have to do as you are told.
THE BURGLAR. It's compounding a felony, you know.
MRS HUSHABYE. This is utterly ridiculous. Are we to be forced to
prosecute this man when we don't want to?
THE BURGLAR. Am I to be robbed of my salvation to save you the
trouble of spending a day at the sessions? Is that justice? Is it
right? Is it fair to me?
MAZZINI [rising and leaning across the table persuasively as if
it were a pulpit desk or a shop counter]. Come, come! let me show
you how you can turn your very crimes to account. Why not set up
as a locksmith? You must know more about locks than most honest
men?
THE BURGLAR. That's true, sir. But I couldn't set up as a
locksmith under twenty pounds.
RANDALL. Well, you can easily steal twenty pounds. You will find
it in the nearest bank.
THE BURGLAR [horrified]. Oh, what a thing for a gentleman to put
into the head of a poor criminal scrambling out of the bottomless
pit as it were! Oh, shame on you, sir! Oh, God forgive you! [He
throws himself into the big chair and covers his face as if in
prayer].
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