over the wire, your friend there (pointing to Granillo) crying for the dark, the suspicion was there. And that suspicion has been growing ever since.
Brandon. Growing ever since! Growing ever since! What do you mean? What do you suspect?
Rupert. I suspect murder, Brandon. The murder of Ronald Kentley.
Brandon. Rupert. Have you gone mad?
Rupert. I dare say so. Perhaps you will prove that I have.
Brandon. You suspect what, did you say?
Rupert. Murder, Brandon.
Brandon (feigning relief). Oh, my God! My poor, poor Rupert! You don’t know how you’ve relieved me. I imagined you’d got on to the real truth, which’d have been devilish awkward. Murder! Oh dear, that’s good. (To Granillo on ground.) Hear that, Granno. He suspects us of murder! Murder! Isn’t that too rich?
Rupert. Is it possible that you are trying to bluff me?
Brandon. Bluff you—you drunken sot and maniac! Bluff you! Get on out of here! Blow your whistle! Blow your whistle, and bring your policeman in! Get on out! Do what you like!
Rupert. Ah—perhaps I am insane, then. But since you say I can do what I like, may I see the inside of that chest ?
Brandon. See the inside of that chest! See inside of that chest! You can see the inside of fifty thousand chests! Get on out!
Rupert (very calmly). I did not ask to see the inside of fifty thousand chests, Brandon, but to see the inside of that specific chest. And I cannot do that if I have to “get on out.”
Brandon. You’re mad and drunk!
Rupert. Possibly. Nevertheless, may I look inside that chest?
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