_Inspector._ Stand back, Clarkson; this job requires thought. (_Takes up telephone receiver._) Circus 20634, Miss.... That you Doc.? Come round at once, please.... Two or three men shot.... Right.... (_Hangs up receiver._) Clarkson, measure the exact distance between each corpse and the window. (Clarkson _proceeds to do so._ _Enter_ Doctor.) Ah, Doc., that's the little job I mentioned. _Doctor_ (_kneeling by_ Violet). This one isn't shot; she's only fainted. She'll be all right in a minute. (_Examines_ Gerald.) Nor is this one. _He_'ll be all right in a minute. (_Examines_ Reggie.) Nor is this one. _He_'ll be all right in a minute. (_Examines_ Sir Frank.) This one is, though. Dead as a door-nail. (Violet, Reggie _and_ Gerald _rise simultaneously to their feet._) There you are! I told you so. _Gerald_ (_aside_). Missed! _Reggie_ (_aside_). Missed! (_Aloud_) Violet, I love you! _Violet._ I'm _so_ glad, because I love you. _Reggie_ (_confidentially_). Do you know, I really thought I was dead. Hello, Gerald, old son, what are you doing here? _Gerald._ Oh, I thought I'd sort of look in, you know. _Inspector._ Violet Hazelwood, I arrest you for the murder of Sir Frank Bulkeley, Bart., and I warn you that anything you may say will be used in evidence against you. Clarkson, stop playing with that tape and handcuff the prisoner. (Clarkson _does so._) _Gerald_ (_aside_). Good business! That saves _my_ neck. _Violet._ But, my dear good soul.... However, I suppose it's no use to say anything. Reggie, I can never marry you now. _Reggie._ You couldn't in any case, my dear, because I haven't got any money. _Violet._ You forget that you are sole heir to Sir Frank there, who had fourteen thousand a year. _I_ thought of that at once. _Reggie._ Columbus! So I am. Well, that _is_ a dashed nuisance. _Gerald_ (_coming forward nobly_). My dear, dear friends, I cannot allow your happiness to be wrecked in this way. I killed Sir Frank! You can be married now. _Reggie._ Good egg! (_Embraces_ Violet.) _Inspector._ Gerald Maristowe, I arrest you for the murder of Sir Frank Bulkeley, Bart., and I warn you that anything you may say will be used in evidence against you. _Violet._ Oh, we must save him. What can we do? _Clarkson._ Lady, do you remember years ago giving sixpence to a starving boy in Peckham Rye? _Violet._ Yes. _Clarkson._ _I_ am--that is, _was_--that boy. I will save your friend. Inspector, you know that a reward of L10,000 is offered for the capture of the anarchist Mazzio? _Inspector._ Yes. I wish to heaven I could lay my hands on him. _Clarkson._ I can tell you how to do so. _Inspector._ How? _Clarkson_ (_dramatically tearing off his wig and false moustache_). I am Mazzio! (_Turning to_ Gerald _and the others_) I shall struggle violently. While he is engaged in arresting me, you can make good your escape.