Brandon. And a kind of angry righteousness, which you don’t get nowadays.
Rupert. Thank God!
Brandon (swilling down remains of his whisky). Well. I must go in and function. Aren’t you coming?
Rupert (getting up). Yes.
[Gramophone heard again.
Ah—I like that one. (Beating time.) Dee de dee de dee dedeedee. (At door.) I say. What’s the time? (Compares his watch with the grandfather clock.) I want to be home fairly early to-night.
Brandon. Plenty of time. Come along.
[They go out together, Brandon switching off light. The room is in darkness except for the light in the passage which gleams through the door.
Brandon (off). Now I’ve left the cigarettes. Go along in, Rupert. I’ll be in in a moment.
[Brandon re-enters the room, his figure being silhouetted against the doorway as he comes in. There are voices from the next room as Rupert enters it. Brandon then comes down to the mantelpiece for cigarettes. Pause. He suddenly moves over to the window and draws the curtains back. He is silhouetted against the window’s light. The rain is heard, and seen, beating against the windows. Then he comes down to chest, standing by it. He sits on it, and bends down to lock. The gramophone in the next room ceases. There is a pause. Suddenly the light in the passage goes off, and then on again. The figure on the chest becomes upright and tense. Pause. All at once Granillo’s figure is seen against the light of the doorway. He closes the door. He is inside the darkened room. The figure on the chest remains motionless. Granillo is moving towards the chest. Pause.
[There is a horrible, shuddering, muffled scream from Granillo. He has touched the other’s body. At
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