‘THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS ON TRIAL’
It’s a frigid winter’s night on old Cape Cod. A perfect night! . . . for a mystery.
SCOFIELD: Okay, certainly. What did you have in mind?
UNDERHILL: I want you to be the bell ringer tonight –Don’t refuse; if I had to do it, you have to.
SCOFIELD: Yes, yes, of course, I don’t mind ringing the bell at all.
UNDERHILL: I don’t mean: you as yourself. I mean you as Rosie.
SCOFIELD: What . . . What are you saying?
UNDERHILL: I want you to be a ‘ringer’ in two senses of the word. Alex, my plan is better than yours of having me guard her. Mine sets a trap. We’ll set a snare for the criminal and stand a reasonable chance of catching him.
SCOFIELD: With me as bait?
UNDERHILL: Not as bait. You’ll be the decoy. Don’t refuse, Alex, you promised to cooperate.
SCOFIELD: Oh fine! If I’m to be a sitting duck in drag, then where will you be?
UNDERHILL: Don’t worry, I’ll be around. I’ll be like the Angel of Christmas: I’ll be hovering . . .