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CRAIG’S WIFE
- [Mrs. Harold appears between the portières. Mrs. Craig sees her over Craig’s shoulder, and crosses quickly below him.
Mrs. Craig
- What is it, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
- I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Craig, but I’m afraid the dinner’ll be spoiled.
Mrs. Craig (going down to the mirror)
- All right, Mrs. Harold, put it up; I’ll be right out.
- [Craig moves forward to the upper right-hand corner of the center table.
Mrs. Harold (withdrawing)
- All right.
Craig
- Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (stopping)
- Yes, sir?
- [She comes back a few steps towards him.
Craig
- Mrs. Harold, do you know if anybody has called that number that I gave you last night here, to-day, on this telephone?
Mrs. Harold
- You mean the number you gave me to have Mr. Birkmire call you at?
Craig
- Yes, Levering three one hundred.
Mrs. Harold
- No, sir, I don’t know that anybody has. I only gave it to Mr. Birkmire over the telephone last night when he called.
