Granillo (at chest). Put out that light! Put out that light! [Instantly it goes out.
Brandon (voice from darkness). Steady, Granno.
[No reply from other. Brandon is down right. Granillo is somewhere centre. Pause. Brandon suddenly lights a match and applies it to his cigarette. The cigarette glows in the darkness. He is now seated in the armchair. Pause.
Brandon. Feeling yourself, Granno? [No answer.
Brandon. Feeling yourself again, Granno? [No answer.
Brandon. Granno.
Granillo. Give me some matches.
Brandon. Matches? Here you are. Coming. (He throws the matches over.)
[They can be heard rattling in the air and falling on the floor. Granillo picks them up and lights his own cigarette. The two pin-points of light are all that come from the darkness. Pause.
It’s about time you pulled yourself together, isn’t it, Granno? Sabot will be here in a quarter of an hour.
[Pause.
Granillo. You fully understand, Brandon, what we’ve done?
Brandon. Do I know what I’ve done? . . . Yes. I know quite well what I’ve done. (He speaks in a rich, easy, powerful, elated and yet withal slightly defiant voice.) I have done murder.
Granillo. Yes.
Brandon (continuing in same voice). I have committed murder. I have committed passionless—motiveless—faultless—and clueless murder. Bloodless and noiseless murder.
Granillo. Yes.
Brandon. An immaculate murder. I have killed. I have killed for the sake of danger and for the sake of[ 10 ]
