Laughing resounds through the small room. A kind that can only be heard when there is a drink held in the hand. But obviously, the men are not inebriated to delusion, they have business to get to.
Dames: That’s what he does! Right in front of us all. And I couldn’t control my laughter. I’m telling you, I think we have got this under control, Hes.
Heston: Under control but in a state that unleashing would be easy. We have to keep to our senses if we are to keep this up.
Dames: The kills will become easier.
Heston: I am no killer.
Dames: I never called you one. I merely said the kills would be----
Heston: I do not kill.
Dames: But an equal perpetrator because of assisting the kill.
Heston: Which means you are now among this damned group as well.
Dames: I did not deny it.
Heston: Now who is next?
Dames: A woman named Delaney Pracey.
Heston: Oh a lady this time?
Dames: Yup, new in town. And she has a great deal of money with her.
Heston: just our type.
Dames: Precisely. And this time the money goes half and half between us.
Heston: It was not proposed that way.
Dames: But I found the target this time.
Heston: And I found the system.
Dames: The targets are what make the system.
Heston: I could have found this Delaney just as easily without you. Forty and sixty split if we spare the lady this time.
Dames: Have you got a liking for her?
Heston: I am well above that age. I merely find it useless to ruin a family for their money.
Dames: Agreed. But wouldn’t the “not killing” part go against the very system? It is the names of the dead that we need.
Heston: Right. I am not thinking right today. It must be the unusual pity creeping up. Please excuse me. Nevertheless, I think we should hire another man who makes the job a little less bloody.
Dames: You don’t have to come.
Heston: I found the system.
Dames: Then you should not be afraid of it.
Heston: I am not. [turns his head away from the gaze of Dames]
Dames: How is your daughter by the way?
Heston: Well as she should be and looked on very closely by my father. One does not go around telling others about the house’s affairs.
Dames: But she hasn’t told anyone, right?
Heston: She told one man. And that one man is dead.
Dames: Who was it?
Heston: Jack Black.
Dames: But he wasn’t even in Grillion Creek.
Heston: My men are far strung and regard me highly.
Dames: [covers his shock] It would seem so.
Heston: When do we take our Delaney?
Dames: During the May-time fete next week.
Heston: [smiling]That would be ideal.