// Edna enters// Edna: Please, sir, an inspector's called. Birling: An inspector? What kind of inspector? Edna: A police inspector. He says his name's inspector Goole. Birling: Don't know him. Does he want to see me? Edna: Yes, sir. He says it's important. Birling: All right, Edna. Show him in here. Give us some more light. // Edna does, then goes out.// still on the bench. It may be something about a warrant. I’m Gerald: (lightly) Sure to be. Unless been up to something. (nodding Eric’s confidentially to Birling.) and that would be awkward, wouldn't it? Birling: ( humorously ) Very. Eric: (who is uneasy, sharply) Here, what do you mean? Gerald: (lightly) Only something we were talking about when you were out. A joke really. Eric: (still uneasy) Well, I don't think it's very funny. Birling: (sharply, staring at him) what's the matter with you? Eric: (defiantly) Nothing. Edna: (opening door, and announcing) Inspector Goole. // the inspector enters, and Edna goes, closing door after her. The inspector need not be a big man but he creates at once an impression of massiveness, solidity and purposefulness. He is a man in his fifties, dressed in a plain darkish suit of the period. He speaks carefully, weightily, and has a disconcerting habit of looking hard at the person he addresses before actually speaking.// Inspector: Mr Birling? Birling: Yes. Sit down inspector. Inspector: (sitting) Thank you, sir. Birling: Have a glass of port or a little whisky? – Inspector: No, thank you, Mr Birling. I'm on duty. Birling: You're new, aren't you? Inspector: Yes, sir. Only recently transferred.
// Edna enters// Edna: Please, sir, an inspector's called. Birling: An inspector? What kind of inspector? Edna: A police inspector. He says his name's inspector Goole. Birling: Don't know him. Does he want to see me? Edna: Yes, sir. He says it's important. Birling: All right, Edna. Show him in here. Give us some more light. // Edna does, then goes out.// I’m still on the bench. It may be something about a warrant. Gerald: (lightly) Sure to be. Unless Eric’s been up to something. (nodding confidentially to Birling.) and that would be awkward, wouldn't it? Birling: ( humorously ) Very. Eric: (who is uneasy, sharply) Here, what do you mean? Gerald: (lightly) Only something we were talking about when you were out. A joke really. Eric: (still uneasy) Well, I don't think it's very funny. Birling: (sharply, staring at him) what's the matter with you? Eric: (defiantly) Nothing. Edna: (opening door, and announcing) Inspector Goole. // the inspector enters, and Edna goes, closing door after her. The inspector need not be a big man but he creates at once an impression of massiveness, solidity and purposefulness. He is a man in his fifties, dressed in a plain darkish suit of the period. He speaks carefully, weightily, and has a disconcerting habit of looking hard at the person he addresses before actually speaking.// Inspector: Mr Birling? Birling: Yes. Sit down inspector. Inspector: (sitting) Thank you, sir. Birling: Have a glass of port – or a little whisky? Inspector: No, thank you, Mr Birling. I'm on duty. Birling: You're new, aren't you? Inspector: Yes, sir. Only recently transferred.
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