Inspector.  What’s that door?

Mabel.  To our bedroom.

Inspector. [Moving towards it] He’ll be in there, then.

Mabel.  What do you want, Inspector?

Inspector. [Melting] Well, madam, it’s no use disguising it.  I’m exceedingly sorry, but I’ve a warrant for his arrest.

Mabel.  Inspector!

Inspector.  I’m sure I’ve every sympathy for you, madam; but I must carry out my instructions.

Mabel.  And break my heart?

Inspector.  Well, madam, we’re—­we’re not allowed to take that into consideration.  The Law’s the Law.

Mabel.  Are you married?

Inspector.  I am.

Mabel.  If you—­your wife—­

     The inspector raises his hand, deprecating.

[Speaking low] Just half an hour!  Couldn’t you?  It’s two lives—­two whole lives!  We’ve only been married four months.  Come back in half an hour.  It’s such a little thing—­nobody will know.  Nobody.  Won’t you?

Inspector.  Now, madam—­you must know my duty.

Mabel.  Inspector, I beseech you—­just half an hour.

Inspector.  No, no—­don’t you try to undermine me—­I’m sorry for you; but don’t you try it! [He tries the handle, then knocks at the door].

Dancy’s voice.  One minute!

Inspector.  It’s locked. [Sharply] Is there another door to that room? 
Come, now—­

     The bell rings.

[Moving towards the door, Left; to the constable] Who’s that out there?

Constable.  A lady and gentleman, sir.

Inspector.  What lady and—­ Stand by, Grover!

Dancy’s voice.  All right!  You can come in now.

There is the noise of a lock being turned.  And almost immediately the sound of a pistol shot in the bedroom.  Mabel rushes to the door, tears it open, and disappears within, followed by the inspector, just as Margaret Orme and Colford come in from the passage, pursued by the constable.  They, too, all hurry to the bedroom door and disappear for a moment; then Colford and Margaret reappear, supporting Mabel, who faints as they lay her on the sofa.  Colford takes from her hand an envelope, and tears it open.

Colford.  It’s addressed to me. [He reads it aloud to Margaret in a low voice].

“Dear Colford,—­This is the only decent thing I can do.  It’s too damned unfair to her.  It’s only another jump.  A pistol keeps faith.  Look after her, Colford—­my love to her, and you.”

Margaret gives a sort of choking sob, then, seeing the smelling bottle, she snatches it up, and turns to revive Mabel.