THE BURGLAR. What's a jimmy and a centrebit and an acetylene welding plant and a bunch of skeleton keys? I shall want a forge, and a smithy, and a shop, and fittings. I can't hardly do it for twenty.
HECTOR. My worthy friend, we haven't got twenty pounds.
THE BURGLAR [now master of the situation]. You can raise it among you, can't you?
MRS HUSHABYE. Give him a sovereign, Hector, and get rid of him.
HECTOR [giving him a pound]. There! Off with you.
THE BURGLAR [rising and taking the money very ungratefully]. Iwon't promise nothing. You have more on you than a quid: all the lot of you, I mean.
LADY UTTERWORD [vigorously]. Oh, let us prosecute him and have done with it. I have a conscience too, I hope; and I do not feel at all sure that we have any right to let him go, especially if he is going to be greedy and impertinent.
THE BURGLAR [quickly]. All right, lady, all right. I've no wish to be anything but agreeable. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen;and thank you kindly.
He is hurrying out when he is confronted in the doorway by Captain Shotover.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [fixing the burglar with a piercing regard].
What's this? Are there two of you?
THE BURGLAR [falling on his knees before the captain in abject terror]. Oh, my good Lord, what have I done? Don't tell me it's your house I've broken into, Captain Shotover.
The captain seizes him by the collar: drags him to his feet: and leads him to the middle of the group, Hector falling back beside his wife to make way for them.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [turning him towards Ellie]. Is that your daughter? [He releases him].
THE BURGLAR. Well, how do I know, Captain? You know the sort of life you and me has led. Any young lady of that age might be my daughter anywhere in the wide world, as you might say.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [to Mazzini]. You are not Billy Dunn. This is Billy Dunn. Why have you imposed on me?
THE BURGLAR [indignantly to Mazzini]. Have you been giving yourself out to be me? You, that nigh blew my head off! Shooting yourself, in a manner of speaking!
MAZZINI. My dear Captain Shotover, ever since I came into this house I have done hardly anything else but assure you that I am not Mr William Dunn, but Mazzini Dunn, a very different person.
THE BURGLAR. He don't belong to my branch, Captain. There's two sets in the family: the thinking Dunns and the drinking Dunns, each going their own ways. I'm a drinking Dunn: he's a thinking Dunn. But that didn't give him any right to shoot me.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. So you've turned burglar, have you?
THE BURGLAR. No, Captain: I wouldn't disgrace our old sea calling by such a thing. I am no burglar.
LADY UTTERWORD. What were you doing with my diamonds?
GUINNESS. What did you break into the house for if you're no burglar?
RANDALL. Mistook the house for your own and came in by the wrong window, eh?
THE BURGLAR. Well, it's no use my telling you a lie: I can take in most captains, but not Captain Shotover, because he sold himself to the devil in Zanzibar, and can divine water, spot gold, explode a cartridge in your pocket with a glance of his eye, and see the truth hidden in the heart of man. But I'm no burglar.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Are you an honest man?
THE BURGLAR. I don't set up to be better than my fellow-creatures, and never did, as you well know, Captain. But what I do is innocent and pious. I enquire about for houses where the right sort of people live. I work it on them same as I worked it here. I break into the house; put a few spoons or diamonds in my pocket; make a noise; get caught; and take up a collection.
And you wouldn't believe how hard it is to get caught when you're actually trying to. I have knocked over all the chairs in a room without a soul paying any attention to me. In the end I have had to walk out and leave the job.
RANDALL. When that happens, do you put back the spoons and diamonds?
THE BURGLAR. Well, I don't fly in the face of Providence, if that's what you want to know.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Guinness, you remember this man?
GUINNESS. I should think I do, seeing I was married to him, the blackguard!
HESIONE } [exclaiming { Married to him!
LADY UTTERWORD } together]{ Guinness!!
THE BURGLAR. It wasn't legal. I've been married to no end of women. No use coming that over me.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Take him to the forecastle [he flings him to the door with a strength beyond his years].
GUINNESS. I suppose you mean the kitchen. They won't have him there. Do you expect servants to keep company with thieves and all sorts?
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Land-thieves and water-thieves are the same flesh and blood. I'll have no boatswain on my quarter-deck. Off with you both.
THE BURGLAR. Yes, Captain. [He goes out humbly].
MAZZINI. Will it be safe to have him in the house like that?
GUINNESS. Why didn't you shoot him, sir? If I'd known who he was, I'd have shot him myself. [She goes out].
MRS HUSHABYE. Do sit down, everybody. [She sits down on the sofa].
They all move except Ellie. Mazzini resumes his seat. Randall sits down in the window-seat near the starboard door, again making a pendulum of his poker, and studying it as Galileo might have done. Hector sits on his left, in the middle. Mangan, forgotten, sits in the port corner. Lady Utterword takes the big chair. Captain Shotover goes into the pantry in deep abstraction.
They all look after him: and Lady Utterword coughs consciously.
MRS HUSHABYE. So Billy Dunn was poor nurse's little romance. Iknew there had been somebody.
RANDALL. They will fight their battles over again and enjoy themselves immensely.
LADY UTTERWORD [irritably]. You are not married; and you know nothing about it, Randall. Hold your tongue.
RANDALL. Tyrant!
MRS HUSHABYE. Well, we have had a very exciting evening.
Everything will be an anticlimax after it. We'd better all go to bed.
RANDALL. Another burglar may turn up.
MAZZINI. Oh, impossible! I hope not.
RANDALL. Why not? There is more than one burglar in England.
MRS HUSHABYE. What do you say, Alf?
MANGAN [huffily]. Oh, I don't matter. I'm forgotten. The burglar has put my nose out of joint. Shove me into a corner and have done with me.
