CRAIG’S WIFE
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Birkmire (following him up)
- Well, now, wait a minute, Walter, don’t move too fast; you know a thing like this can take a thousand and one turns, and we don’t want to make any false move. This kind of thing ’ud be pie for the newspapers, you know; and the fact that we were invited out there to play cards wouldn’t read any too well.
Craig
- Well, you weren’t out there.
Birkmire
- I know that; but I’m not sitting back in the corner in this thing, you know, Walter. It just so happened that I wasn’t out there. But I talked to you on the telephone out there last night, from my house, and in a thing of this kind they trace telephone calls and everything else.
Craig (looking at the paper again)
- My God, this is a terrible thing, though, isn’t it, Billy.
Birkmire (turning away to the left, and passing his hand across hie brow)
- I haven’t got it myself yet.
Craig
- Terrible.
Birkmire
- It’ll be a jar to your wife when she hears it, won’t it?
Craig
- Awful.
Birkmire
- She’ll very likely see it in the paper up there in Albany.
Craig
- She’s back from Albany.
Birkmire
- Is she?
