KELLY:  Mr. Parmelee made a note of the numbers, Mr. Fallon.

FALLON:  I know.  I want you to identify them too.

KELLY:  I can do that.  I saw him mark them.

FALLON:  Good.  And if you saw these bills in the next five minutes you’d be able to swear they’re the same bills you gave me?

KELLY:  Sure. (Starts towards door.)

FALLON:  Wait a minute.  Sit down, Kelly. (KELLY seats himself in Morris chair, holding his hat between his knees.) Kelly, this hotel engages you from the Pinkertons to stay around the place, and—­protect the guests?

KELLY:  Yes, sir.

FALLON:  Well, there’s a man downstairs thinks he has a claim on this money.  Now, I’d like you to wait in that bedroom and listen to what he says with a view to putting him in jail.

KELLY:  Blackmail, Mr. Fallon?

FALLON:  Yes, blackmail.

KELLY:  (Eagerly.) And you’re not going to stand for it?

FALLON:  I am not!

KELLY:  (Earnestly.) Good!  That’s the only way to treat those dogs. 
Never give up, never give up!

FALLON:  No, but yesterday, I had to give up.  He put a gun at my head.

KELLY:  (Excitedly.) Where?  Not in this hotel?

FALLON:  Yes, in this room.  I gave him a cheque for two thousand dollars.  That made him think I was easy, and he telephoned this morning that he’s coming back for another thousand, and he wants it in cash.  That’s why I marked those bills.

KELLY:  Why, we got him now!  He’s as good as dead.

FALLON:  (Startled.) What?

KELLY:  I say, we’ve got him nailed now.

FALLON:  Oh, yes. (Pause.) He hasn’t turned in the cheque yet—­I’ve just called up the bank to find out.  I guess he means to hold that over my head, hey?

KELLY:  More likely he’s afraid of it. (Eagerly.) We may get that back, too.  We may find it on him.

FALLON:  What?  Yes, as you say, we may find it on him.

KELLY:  (Eagerly.) And as soon as he gets those bills in his clothes, you give me the high sign (Fiercely.)—­and we’ll nail him!

FALLON:  Yes, we’ll nail him.  And, if he puts his gun in my face today, he won’t catch me empty-handed the second time. (Draws automatic from his pocket.) I’m ready for him, today!

KELLY:  (Greatly concerned.) Here, none of that stuff, Mr. Fallon.  A gentleman like you can’t take that chance.

FALLON:  Chance?  Kelly, I haven’t always lived in a swell hotel.  The man that gets the drop on me—­when I’ve got a gun—­has got to be damned quick.

KELLY:  That’s just what I mean!  I’m not thinking of him, I’m thinking of you.  Give me that gun.

FALLON:  Certainly not.