[_Getting in his way._] He’s tired out. Can’t you let him rest? BENNETT. Oh, but you don’t know what’s happened. The mine’s all right. For goodness’ sake, let me go to him. CATHERINE. [_Quickly._] What do you mean? BENNETT. [_The words tumbling over one another in his hurry._] The manager had taken Macdonald in, hadn’t shown him a new shaft they’d sunk. The place is crammed full of gold. It was only a dodge of the Lewishams. I did what the Governor told me. I just flooded the market with selling orders of their stocks, and at closing time Manny Lewisham sent for me. I smelt a rat. I was too clever for him. He’s offered to take the Governor in. He’ll buy a huge block of shares to-morrow at par. He’s going to pay on the nail. And we’re safe, we’re safe, we’re safe. CATHERINE. D’you mean to say.... BENNETT. [_Interrupting._] It’s what the Governor’s been fighting for for ten years. At last he’s got there. The shares’ll be worth anything you like in a month. It means wealth, safety, everything. CATHERINE. Then George is.... BENNETT. He’s at the top of the tree. He’s where he ought to be. In ten years he’ll be in the House of Lords. Would you like to tell him yourself? [CATHERINE _hesitates for a moment. She sees her chance of freedom slipping away from her once more. For a moment she struggles with herself. All her life, past and future, comes before her in a flash._ CATHERINE. I don’t know where he is. BENNETT. You don’t know? CATHERINE. He went down to the smoking-room. BENNETT. I must find him. [_He runs towards the door, but before he can get out_ CATHERINE _has a revulsion of feeling_. _She gives a cry._ CATHERINE. No, stop. He’s in his bedroom. Oh, be quick! Be quick! [BENNETT _stops and looks at her with surprise. She runs to the door and beats against it with her hands._ CATHERINE. George, George, George! Open the door! George, George! BENNETT. What’s the matter? What d’you mean? CATHERINE. George! It’s all right. Open the door, for God’s sake. [_To_ BENNETT.] Oh, can’t you open the door? BENNETT. Good God, what’s he doing? CATHERINE. George, George! [BENNETT _puts his shoulder against it and tries to burst the door open. It does not yield._ BENNETT. Governor. It’s me. CATHERINE. He locked it. Break the glass. [_She gives him a bronze ornament which is at her hand, and he breaks it against the pane of glass which is above the lock. The glass splinters. He puts his hand in and turns the key. Then he opens the door and bursts in._ BENNETT. He’s not there. CATHERINE. He must be. He must be. BENNETT. The windows are wide open. He must have gone out. CATHERINE. There’s nowhere to go. There’s only about two yards of garden and then the line. Call out. BENNETT. Perhaps he’s in the garden.