CHRISTY. Christy.

RICHARD (impatiently). Christopher Dudgeon, you blatant idiot.
Give your full name.

SWINDON. Be silent, prisoner. You must not prompt the witness.

RICHARD. Very well. But I warn you you'll get nothing out of him
unless you shake it out of him. He has been too well brought up
by a pious mother to have any sense or manhood left in him.

BURGOYNE (springing up and speaking to the sergeant in a
startling voice). Where is the man who brought these?

SERGEANT. In the guard-room, sir.

Burgoyne goes out with a haste that sets the officers exchanging
looks.

SWINDON (to Christy). Do you know Anthony Anderson, the
Presbyterian minister?

CHRISTY. Of course I do. (Implying that Swindon must be an ass
not to know it.)

SWINDON. Is he here?

CHRISTY (staring round). I don't know.

SWINDON. Do you see him?