BRODIE _enters by the window with assurance and ease_, _closes it silently_, _and proceeds to traverse the room_. _As he moves_, LESLIE _leaps upon and grapples him_. LESLIE. Take off that mask! BRODIE. Hands off! LESLIE. Take off the mask! BRODIE. Leave go, by God, leave go! LESLIE. Take it off! BRODIE (_overpowered_). Leslie . . . LESLIE. Ah! you know me! (_Succeeds in tearing off the mask_.) Brodie! BRODIE (_in the moonlight_). Brodie. LESLIE. You . . . you, Brodie, you? BRODIE. Brodie, sir, Brodie as you see. LESLIE. What does it mean? What does it mean, my God? Were you here before? Is this the second time? Are you a thief, man? are you a thief? Speak, speak, or I’ll kill you. BRODIE. I am a thief. LESLIE. And my friend, my own friend, and . . . Mary, Mary! . . . Deacon, Deacon, for God’s sake, no! BRODIE. God help me! LESLIE. ‘We Brodies! We Brodies!’ BRODIE. Leslie— LESLIE. Stand off! Don’t touch me! You’re a thief! BRODIE. Leslie, Leslie LESLIE. A thief’s sister! Why are you here? why are you here? Tell me! Why do you not speak? Man, I know you of old. Are you Brodie, and have nothing to say? BRODIE. To say? Not much—God help me—and commonplace, commonplace like sin. I was honest once; I made a false step; I couldn’t retrace it; and . . . that is all. LESLIE. You have forgot the bad companions! BRODIE. I did forget them. They were there. LESLIE. Commonplace! Commonplace! Do you speak to me, do you reason with me, do you make excuses? You—a man found out, shamed, a liar, a thief—a man that’s killed me, killed this heart in my body; and you speak! What am I to do? I hold your life in my hand; have you thought of that? What am I to do? BRODIE. Do what you please; you have me trapped. (JEAN WATT _is heard singing without two bars of_ ‘_Wanderin’ Willie_,’ _by way of signal_.) LESLIE. What is that? BRODIE. A signal. LESLIE. What does it mean? BRODIE. Danger to me; there is someone coming. LESLIE. Danger to you? BRODIE. Some one is coming. What are you going to do with me? (_A knock at the door_.) LESLIE (_after a pause_). Sit down. (_Knocking_.) BRODIE. What are you going to do with me? LESLIE. Sit down. (BRODIE _sits in darkest part of stage_. LESLIE _opens door_, _and admits_ LAWSON. _Door open till end of Act_.) SCENE V BRODIE, LAWSON, LESLIE LAWSON. This is an unco’ time to come to your door; but eh, laddie, I couldna bear to think o’ ye sittin’ your lane in the dark. LESLIE. It was very good of you. LAWSON. I’m no very fond of playing hidee in the dark mysel’; and noo that I’m here— LESLIE. I will give you a light. (_He lights the candles_. _Lights up_.) LAWSON. God A’michty! William Brodie! LESLIE. Yes, Brodie was good enough to watch with me. LAWSON. But he gaed awa’ . . . I dinna see . . . an’ Lord be guid to us, the window’s open! LESLIE. A trap we laid for them: a device of Brodie’s.