[A Face appears at the window and stays for some time.  Then the door opens and looking craftily round the third Priest enters.  He looks at his companions’ bodies and turns round.  He suspects something.  He takes up one of the knives and with a knife in each hand he puts his back to the wall.  He looks to the left and right.]

The Toff: 

Come on, Bill.

    [The Priest rushes to the door.  The Toff knifes the last Priest
    from behind.]

The Toff: 

A good day’s work, my friends.

Bill: 

Well done, Toffy.  Oh, you are a deep one.

Albert: 

A deep one if ever there was one.

Sniggers: 

There ain’t any more, Bill, are there?

The Toff: 

No more in the world, my friend.

Bill: 

Aye, that’s all there are.  There were only three in the temple.  Three priests and their beastly idol.

Albert: 

What is it worth, Toffy?  Is it worth a thousand pounds?

The Toff: 

It’s worth all they’ve got in the shop.  Worth just whatever we like to ask for it.

Albert: 

Then we’re millionaires, now.

The Toff: 

Yes, and what is more important, we no longer have any heirs.

Bill: 

We’ll have to sell it now.

Albert: 

That won’t be easy.  It’s a pity it isn’t small and we had half a dozen.  Hadn’t the idol any other on him?

Bill: 

No, he was green jade all over and only had this one eye.  He had it in the middle of his forehead, and was a long sight uglier than anything else in the world.

Sniggers: 

I’m sure we ought all to be very grateful to Toffy.

Bill: 

And indeed we ought.

Albert: 

If it hadn’t ’ave been for him——­

Bill: 

Yes, if it hadn’t ‘a’ been for old Toffy....

Sniggers: 

He’s a deep one.

The Toff: 

Well, you see, I just have a knack of foreseeing things.

Sniggers: 

I should think you did.

Bill: 

Why, I don’t suppose anything happens that our Toff doesn’t foresee. 
Does it, Toffy?

The Toff: 

Well, I don’t think it does, Bill.  I don’t think it often does.

Bill: 

Life is no more than just a game of cards to our old Toff.

The Toff: 

Well, we’ve taken these fellows’ trick.

Sniggers:  [going to the window]

It wouldn’t do for any one to see them.

The Toff: 

O nobody will come this way.  We’re all alone on a moor.

Bill: 

Where will we put them?

The Toff: 

Bury them in the cellar, but there’s no hurry.

Bill: 

And what then, Toffy?