unpleasantness. What satisfaction would it give you to have a
solemn fuss made, with my friend Swindon in a black cap and so
forth? I am sure we are greatly indebted to the admirable tact
and gentlemanly feeling shown by your husband.

JUDITH (throwing the words in his face). Oh, you are mad. Is it
nothing to you what wicked thing you do if only you do it like a
gentleman? Is it nothing to you whether you are a murderer or
not, if only you murder in a red coat? (Desperately) You shall
not hang him: that man is not my husband.

The officers look at one another, and whisper: some of the
Germans asking their neighbors to explain what the woman has
said. Burgoyne, who has been visibly shaken by Judith's reproach,
recovers himself promptly at this new development. Richard
meanwhile raises his voice above the buzz.

RICHARD. I appeal to you, gentlemen, to put an end to this. She
will not believe that she cannot save me. Break up the court.

BURGOYNE (in a voice so quiet and firm that it restores silence
at once). One moment, Mr. Anderson. One moment, gentlemen. (He
resumes his seat. Swindon and the officers follow his example.)
Let me understand you clearly, madam. Do you mean that this
gentleman is not your husband, or merely--I wish to put this with
all delicacy--that you are not his wife?

JUDITH. I don't know what you mean. I say that he is not my
husband--that my husband has escaped. This man took his place to
save him. Ask anyone in the town--send out into the street for