Plays : Second Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 184 pages of information about Plays .

Plays : Second Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 184 pages of information about Plays .

Wooder.  All right, sir.

     The governor nods.  The door is closed and locked.

The governor.  Which is the man who banged on his door this morning?

Wooder. [Going towards O’CLEARY’S cell] This one, sir; O’Cleary.

     He lifts the disc and glances through the peephole.

The governor.  Open.

Wooder throws open the door.  O’CLEARY, who is seated at a little table by the door as if listening, springs up and stands at attention jest inside the doorway.  He is a broad-faced, middle-aged man, with a wide, thin, flexible mouth, and little holes under his high cheek-bones.

The governor.  Where’s the joke, O’Cleary?

O’CLEARY.  The joke, your honour?  I’ve not seen one for a long time.

The governor.  Banging on your door?

O’CLEARY.  Oh! that!

The governor.  It’s womanish.

O’CLEARY.  An’ it’s that I’m becoming this two months past.

The governor.  Anything to complain of?

O’CLEARY.  No, Sirr.

The governor.  You’re an old hand; you ought to know better.

O’CLEARY.  Yes, I’ve been through it all.

The governor.  You’ve got a youngster next door; you’ll upset him.

O’CLEARY.  It cam’ over me, your honour.  I can’t always be the same steady man.

The governor.  Work all right?

O’CLEARY. [Taking up a rush mat he is making] Oh!  I can do it on me head.  It’s the miserablest stuff—­don’t take the brains of a mouse. [Working his mouth] It’s here I feel it—­the want of a little noise —­a terrible little wud ease me.

The governor.  You know as well as I do that if you were out in the shops you wouldn’t be allowed to talk.

O’CLEARY. [With a look of profound meaning] Not with my mouth.

The governor.  Well, then?

O’CLEARY.  But it’s the great conversation I’d have.

The governor. [With a smile] Well, no more conversation on your door.

O’CLEARY.  No, sirr, I wud not have the little wit to repeat meself.

The governor. [Turning] Good-night.

O’CLEARY.  Good-night, your honour.

     He turns into his cell.  The governor shuts the door.

The governor. [Looking at the record card] Can’t help liking the poor blackguard.

Wooder.  He’s an amiable man, sir.

The governor. [Pointing down the corridor] Ask the doctor to come here, Mr. Wooder.

     Wooder salutes and goes away down the corridor.

The governor goes to the door of Falder’s cell.  He raises his uninjured hand to uncover the peep-hole; but, without uncovering it, shakes his head and drops his hand; then, after scrutinising the record board, he opens the cell door.  Falder, who is standing against it, lurches forward.

The governor. [Beckoning him out] Now tell me:  can’t you settle down, Falder?

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