Colford.  Leave her!  The longer she’s unconscious, the better.

Inspector. [Re-entering] This is a very serious business, sir.

Colford. [Sternly] Yes, Inspector; you’ve done for my best friend.

Inspector.  I, sir?  He shot himself.

Colford.  Hara-kiri.

Inspector.  Beg pardon?

Colford. [He points with the letter to Mabel] For her sake, and his own.

Inspector. [Putting out his hand] I’ll want that, sir.

Colford. [Grimly] You shall have it read at the inquest.  Till then—­ it’s addressed to me, and I stick to it.

Inspector.  Very well, sir.  Do you want to have a look at him?

     Colford passes quickly into the bedroom, followed by the inspector. 
     Margaret remains kneeling beside Mabel.

     Colford comes quickly back.  Margaret looks up at him.  He stands
     very still.

Colford.  Neatly—­through the heart.

Margaret [wildly] Keeps faith!  We’ve all done that.  It’s not enough.

Colford. [Looking down at Mabel] All right, old boy!

The curtain falls.