Rat monologue — A Desperate Game: A Comic Drama in One Act

That vase, madam? (_pointing with his pistol towards mantel-piece in the direction of POSTLETHWAITE, who again disappears like a shot; RATCLIFFE goes to the mantel-piece, upon which he deposits his pistols--then takes key out of the vase, and goes to the writing desk: during this POSTLETHWAITE re-appears cautiously, sees the pistols, and by leaning very much out of little window, tries to reach them--almost falling out--disappears; re-appears with the tongs, and again tries to reach the pistols_) Ah! here is a drawer that requires some force to open, doubtless it contains the---- (_opening drawer_) No, your diamonds. Ah, madam, I can trace the amiability of your disposition even in your treatment of these poor jewels--you cease to wear them because their beauty would be eclipsed by yours. (_replacing diamonds in desk_)