GOLDIE:  (Listens intently until door slams, then begins to pack trunk.  Opens trunk first.  Gets jacket from couch where she has thrown it, puts it in trunk.  Goes up into bedroom and gets skirt which hangs out of sight on end of dresser.  Comes down C. shaking skirt.  Long, low whistle stops her, then club raps.) Bull’s!!  (Looks up at light burning, turns it out and closes the trunk at the same time.  Stands still until she sees the shadow of man’s hand in the moonlight on the wall R. Frightened exclamation, then cowers on sofa.  DUGAN appears at window, looks in, then raises window and enters, closing window after him.  Takes gun out of pocket, then goes up into kitchen and bedroom.  At door C. he sees GOLDIE, points gun at her.

DUGAN:  Ah! (GOLDIE springs to her feet with frightened exclamation, and DUGAN says:) don’t squawk or I’ll pop sure!

GOLDIE:  (Nervously.) Me squawk?  What do you think I am, a school teacher?

DUGAN:  (Goes to door R., opens it to see if anyone is there, closes it and locks door.  Comes to C., turns on light, then puts gun in pocket.  Coming L. to GOLDIE.) I don’t want to frighten you.

GOLDIE:  (L. nervously.) I know, but one look at you would scare some people to death.

DUGAN:  Am I that homely?

GOLDIE:  Homely?  Why an undershot bulldog is a peacock, ’long side of you.

DUGAN:  Ain’t I welcome?

GOLDIE:  You’re about as welcome as a rainy holiday. (Sits on sofa.)

DUGAN:  Say, Goldie, we’ve been almost more than friends in the last two years.

GOLDIE:  You mean almost friends. (Rising.) Never more.  Dugan, you know why I’ve been your go-between in the System.  Because you promised to let up on the Eel.

DUGAN:  I’ll never let up on him.  He’s a crook.

GOLDIE:  Well, what are you? (Turns L. away from DUGAN.)

DUGAN:  Don’t get sore, Goldie.  You know I want you for myself. 
(Puts his arms around GOLDIE’S waist.)

GOLDIE:  Well, you’re wasting time. (Pulls savagely away from him and crosses R.)

DUGAN:  (Following GOLDIE R.) Am I?  I’ll get you, or I’ll send you both up for years.

GOLDIE:  (Savagely into DUGAN’s face.) Is that why you had me steal that necklace?

DUGAN:  Yes, if you want to know it, I’ve been trying for two years to get something on you, and now I’ve got you.

GOLDIE:  Well, suppose I squeal.

DUGAN:  It’s my word against yours, the word of an officer against a crook.

GOLDIE:  Say, Dugan, if looks of contempt would hurt a man’s feelings, I’d disable you with a squint. (DUGAN goes L., getting necklace out of pocket; GOLDIE is in panic for fear EEL will ring the bell, but she crosses and sits on trunk.)

DUGAN:  Goldie, this necklace will bring four thousand dollars from a Buffalo fence, and if you’ll say three words, “I love you,” the price is yours.  Won’t you say them, Goldie?  Just three words?