GOLDIE:  (After a slight pause as though to confess.) Well, I’ll tell you.  There was three of us, me, Jesse James, and Christopher Columbus. (Looks first at INSPECTOR then to PERKINS.) Ah, put it down on your little yellow paper.

INSPECTOR:  (Angrily.) Answers like that’ll get you nothing here.

GOLDIE:  See, you won’t believe me when I tell you.

INSPECTOR:  Silence, I say! (To O’MARA.) Take her down. (GOLDIE rises from chair leisurely and strolls impudently L. as she comes to BROOKY.) Oh, poo! poo!

INSPECTOR:  (Stopping GOLDIE at door L.) And you’ll stay down unless you have a confession to make.

GOLDIE:  (At door L.) Say, Inspector, if you’re waitin’ for a confession from me, you’ll wait until pigs fly kites. (Exit door L. GOLDIE followed by O’MARA.) (PERKINS and BROOKY look off after them.)

BROOKY:  What a little terror!

PERKINS:  Looks mighty like her work, doesn’t it, Inspector?

INSPECTOR:  No!  The job has all the ear marks of the Eel, but she undoubtedly is his accomplice. (Enter MRS. WORTHINGTON door C., she looks around uncomfortably and as she comes down C., BROOKY and PERKINS on seeing her, remove their hats.  INSPECTOR rises and indicates chair R. C.) Ah!  Mrs. Worthington! (Indicating Reporters.) Have you any objection to talking for publication?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  (Looking toward Reports.) No, not at all. (PERKINS has note paper and takes down as she talks.)

INSPECTOR:  Will you kindly be seated?  And we shall proceed? (MRS. W. sits.) Now in the first place, how long had this girl, Goldie Marshall, been in your employ?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Just one week.

INSPECTOR:  (Half aside.) That’s about the time the Eel was sprung.  (To Mrs. W.) Had you missed anything else up to the time of this robbery?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  No, nothing.

INSPECTOR:  Who else was in the house at the time, besides yourself and the maid?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Only my guests who were at dinner with me.  Mr. Appleby and his wife.

INSPECTOR:  The horseowner?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Yes, and a Miss Hazelton from Pittsburgh.

INSPECTOR:  Would you suspect them?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Well, hardly.

INSPECTOR:  Anyone else?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Yes, Mr. Dugan.

INSPECTOR:  What Dugan?

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Why, your Mr. Dugan here.

INSPECTOR:  Oh, Tim Dugan.

MRS. WORTHINGTON:  Yes, we’re great friends, and he frequently dines at my house. (Low murmur begins in the distance and grows louder.  MRS. W. rises in fear and appeals to the INSPECTOR, who comes from behind the desk and—­)

INSPECTOR:  Don’t be alarmed, Mrs. Worthington, just step behind the desk. (MRS. WORTHINGTON steps back of desk and sits in chair below stool.  INSPECTOR replaces the chair in which MRS. W. has been sitting in front of the window R. C. then returns to back of desk where he stands.  The REPORTERS at first sound show excitement, PERKINS goes to door C. and looks off R. B.)