GOLDIE:  (Jerking away from O’MARA.) Well, don’t yank my arm off. 
(Looking around room.) I know the way. (Starts R.)

O’MARA:  (Following GOLDIE, catches her by the back of neck as she reaches C.) Don’t give me any back talk or I’ll yank your neck off.

INSPECTOR:  O’Mara! let go your hold.  Don’t forget you’re dealing with a woman. (O’MARA releases hold.)

GOLDIE:  (Mockingly courteous.) Thanks, Inspector!  What’ll I send you for Christmas, a bunch of sweet forget-me-nots or a barrel of pickles?

INSPECTOR:  Goldie, don’t be so incorrigible.

GOLDIE:  Gee! but you’re an educated guy.

INSPECTOR:  Have a seat. (O’MARA jumps for chair with mock politeness.)

GOLDIE:  (To reporters.) He’s polite, too. (Crosses to chair.)

INSPECTOR:  Well, Goldie!

GOLDIE:  (Sitting.) Well, Inspector!

INSPECTOR:  Do you intend to stay here to-night or are you going to get bail?

GOLDIE:  Where would I get bail?

INSPECTOR:  I thought perhaps some gentleman friend of yours—­

GOLDIE:  (Rising angrily.) I ain’t got no gentlemen friends.  What do you think I am, a Moll? (Sits.)

INSPECTOR:  Don’t make any grand stand play now, Goldie!

GOLDIE:  Well, if you mean that I’m a bad girl, you’d better not say it (Rising, crosses to desk and pounds angrily on railing.), ’cause I ain’t, see?

INSPECTOR:  Well, you don’t deny that you and the Eel are sweethearts?

GOLDIE:  Was, yes.  Gee, we was goin’ to get married, until in a jealous huff he tried to kill me and was shipped for two years for assault and battery, but it wasn’t none of my doin’s.

INSPECTOR:  Didn’t you prefer charges against him?

GOLDIE:  I did not.  Do you think I’d squeal on a pal?  If it wasn’t for Dugan, they’d turn the Eel loose. (Sits.)

INSPECTOR:  Why Dugan?

GOLDIE:  Didn’t he shove him in?

INSPECTOR:  He was simply acting in his official duty.

GOLDIE:  Official duty, my eye.

INSPECTOR:  What other motive could Mr. Dugan possibly have had?

GOLDIE:  (With a sneer.) Maybe you don’t know.  Well, I’ll tell you.  He thought by shovin’ the Eel out of the way, he could get me.

INSPECTOR:  And did he?

GOLDIE:  Not so as you could notice it.  I ain’t no fall guy for nobody.

INSPECTOR:  Now that the Eel’s been sprung, are you going back to him?

GOLDIE:  (Almost in tears.) Oh gee!  I wish I could, but there’s nothing doin’, he’s sore on me.

INSPECTOR:  When did you last see him?

GOLDIE:  Just before he went up, two years ago.

INSPECTOR:  How about this Worthington robbery, wasn’t he in on it?

GOLDIE:  (Hastily.) No, he wasn’t.

INSPECTOR:  (Quickly.) Who was?