it at them). There, fit the pieces for yourselves!

[The men all gather around the table, placing the paper before
them.

Hop. It's only torn twice. Spread that piece out. What's here?

[They all bend over the paper. There is a movement in the hall.
All the men look up, facing the door.

Hop. Who's there?

Gordon (draws back the curtains, entering from the hall in citizen's
clothes). Your prisoner, sir!

[All the men start, then some go quickly to him. Mrs. S. gives
a cry of "Gordon!" Then she and Fair stand gazing in a
horrified way at him. Charlotte takes a step nearer.

Char. (under her breath). My God!

Hop. (to Gordon). I arrest you as a spy!

Gordon. I am already your prisoner.

Winth. (in an agony). Why did you not escape!

Gordon. I had no chance.

Winth. Ah!