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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 20 pages of information about The First and the Last.

Larry. [Humbly] You’re very good, Keith; you’ve always been very good to me—­I don’t know why.

Keith. [Sardonically] Privilege of A brother.  As it happens, I’m thinking of myself and our family.  You can’t indulge yourself in killing without bringing ruin.  My God!  I suppose you realise that you’ve made me an accessory after the fact—­me, King’s counsel—­sworn to the service of the Law, who, in a year or two, will have the trying of cases like yours!  By heaven, Larry, you’ve surpassed yourself!

Larry. [Bringing out a little box] I’d better have done with it.

KErra.  You fool!  Give that to me.

Larry. [With a strange smite] No. [He holds up a tabloid between finger and thumb] White magic, Keith!  Just one—­and they may do what they like to you, and you won’t know it.  Snap your fingers at all the tortures.  It’s a great comfort!  Have one to keep by you?

Keith.  Come, Larry!  Hand it over.

Larry. [Replacing the box] Not quite!  You’ve never killed a man, you see. [He gives that crazy laugh.] D’you remember that hammer when we were boys and you riled me, up in the long room?  I had luck then.  I had luck in Naples once.  I nearly killed a driver for beating his poor brute of a horse.  But now—!  My God! [He covers his face.]

     Keith touched, goes up and lays a hand on his shoulder.

Keith.  Come, Larry!  Courage!

     Larry looks up at him.

Larry.  All right, Keith; I’ll try.

Keith.  Don’t go out.  Don’t drink.  Don’t talk.  Pull yourself together!

Larry. [Moving towards the door] Don’t keep me longer than you can help, Keith.

Keith.  No, no.  Courage!

     Larry reaches the door, turns as if to say something-finds no
     words, and goes.

[To the fire] Courage!  My God!  I shall need it!

Curtain

SCENE II

At out eleven o’clock the following night an WANDA’S room on the ground floor in Soho.  In the light from one close-shaded electric bulb the room is but dimly visible.  A dying fire burns on the left.  A curtained window in the centre of the back wall.  A door on the right.  The furniture is plush-covered and commonplace, with a kind of shabby smartness.  A couch, without back or arms, stands aslant, between window and fire.
[On this Wanda is sitting, her knees drawn up under her, staring at the embers.  She has on only her nightgown and a wrapper over it; her bare feet are thrust into slippers.  Her hands are crossed and pressed over her breast.  She starts and looks up, listening.  Her eyes are candid and startled, her face alabaster pale, and its pale brown hair, short and square-cut, curls
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