DOCTOR BOB
then comes to the table, 0198115 a 6026 ofcigars, a/za' seleets
one, theafiats it bath with a little laugh aml takes anal
lights a cigarette]
Dr. B.
Ten minutes!
[He seats himselfcomfortably, %/?”עמששat the cigarette.
A
langpame.
MRS. BOB amt DR. FIELDING return]
Mrs. B.
I must tell him—I must tell him!
He's suffering
too much.
(Rims in.)
Bob
! ......
What is it?
Dr. B.
Ihave about seven minutes of life left, Nan.
Ι
could not bear to let you see me suffer for a month.
Mrs. B.
What do you mean?
Oh, don’t you see it was
all a joke?
We wanted you to understand how the people
felt when you condemned them.
There’s nothing the matter
with you.
Dr. B.
More of your lies.
You've killed me with your
lies now.
I’ve injected cobra venom, and nothing can save
me.
Good-bye, Nan
!
[She is dazed, staggers, aridfalls into his arms, fainting]
A pleasant joke, Fielding.
Well, you never had much sense.
[He falls.
FIELDING, distracted, walks Moat, waving his
arms
111 a’esfair.
DR.
BOB plies.
MRS.
BOB wan/en,
amt kisses and emhraees the eorfise, sowing]
Mrs. B.
I’ve
killed
my husband!
I've
killed
my
husband!
Dr. F.
Mrs. Bob, I can spare you one sorrow.
It was
no joke.
Your husband really had cancer.
Mrs. B.
Oh, you can’t lie to me!
CURTAIN.
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