not to!! I told him--(_falls fainting into arms of GEORGE._)

_Curtain._




PICTURE.

BELDON GEORGE
LEEK HIRST MALCOLM SOMERS
(_kneeling_) (_seated (_kneeling_) (_at door L._)
on floor_)

NOTE. _When played at The Haymarket the piece finished with a different
ending as given below. MR. CYRIL MAUDE fearing the above tragic
termination would be too serious._

_From SOMERS' entrance._

_SOMERS enters with lighted candle, and exclaims very brightly._

SOMERS. Well, did Hirst win his bet?

_Slight pause._

HIRST (_suddenly sitting up_). Yes. (_Turning to DR. LEEK._) You're a
damned bad shot, Doctor. (_Then to MALCOLM._) And I'll trouble you for
that sovereign.