The Atlantic Book of Modern Plays by Unknown
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page 48 of 479 (10%)
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SHAWN EARLY. The whole town knows of it by this.
BARTLEY. Do they say what way did he die? JAMES RYAN. You don't know that yourself, I suppose, Bartley Fallon? You don't know he was followed and that he was laid dead with the stab of a hayfork? BARTLEY. The stab of a hayfork! SHAWN EARLY. You don't know, I suppose, that the body was found in the Five-Acre Meadow? BARTLEY. The Five-Acre Meadow! TIM CASEY. It is likely you don't know that the police are after the man that did it? BARTLEY. The man that did it! MRS. TULLY. You don't know, maybe, that he was made away with for the sake of Kitty Keary, his wife? BARTLEY. Kitty Keary, his wife! (_Sits down bewildered._) MRS. TULLY. And what have you to say now, Bartley Fallon? BARTLEY (_crossing himself_). I to bring that fork here, and to find that news before me! It is much if I can ever stir from this place at all, or reach as far as the road! |
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