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Well, aren't you going to invite me?
You? No can do. It's all set. Just a few of Tom's closest friends.
Now Phyllis, if you don't invite me, I'm coming anyway.
Don't be silly, Cyril. These are respectable people. They'd probably bore you to death.
No, they won't. Not when you are there. Oh, please, be a sport. Please ask me.
Why are you so anxious?
Don't you know?
No.
I want to be near you!
What?
Don't you know I've been crazy about you for years?
Now wait a minute, wait a minute...
I've loved you ever since I can remember, long before you married Tom Dickson.
Why, Cyril, you're insane
No. No, I'm not. I deliberately avoided you. I was afraid of making a fool of myself. But I won't stand it any longer
Cyril!
What's this?
My apartment.
I knew I couldn't trust you. You told me you were taking me home.
Come on up for just a few minutes. We'll have just one drink, then we'll go.
No. I know the answer to that one. I think you'd better take me home.
What's the matter? Afraid papa will spank?
No. No, I'm afraid papa isn't that much interested. He's too busy rushing off to Philadelphia to make stuffy, old speeches at stuffy, old bankers' meetings. Too busy closing big, important deals I think I will have a drink.
Good for you. Come on.
You know, there ought to be a Congressional Medal for men like you. America's comfort to misunderstood wives. I never thought I would find myself in that class.
Oh, you're not so badly off. There's something much worse than being a misunderstood wife.
What is that, Mr. Bones?[7]
A misunderstood bachelor.
And now fair woman, I have you in my power.
I'm not afraid of you. You haven't got a moustache!
I'll grow a moustache by the time you get out of here.
Why, Matt!
What are you doing here?
You know what we do to welchers, Cluett, don't you?
I know, I know, Dude. Oh, I must have been crazy! I lost my head completely!
That's your funeral. We've got fifty thousand dollars comin' to us.
I haven't got it.
Then what did you want to gamble for? If you'd have beat us out of fifty G's, you'd have been paid, wouldn't you? Well, we want our dough.
I'm sorry, Dude, butI
That don't do us any good.
But after all, you can't take blood from a stone.
We can take blood from anything If it's comin' to us.
Good heavens, man! You're not suggesting that I
Why not?
Why, I couldn't do that . . . !
You don't have to do nothing.
What do you mean?
All you gotta do is fix a few things for us , and we'll do the rest, see?
Dude there's not any chance of my becoming involved in this, is there?
You? No, you'll be all right, so long as you establish an alibi for tonight.
know, but
Be sure you're with somebody responsible in case any questions are asked. Understand?
But Dude, listen couldn't we make this some other time?
Listen, buddy, you're getting by pretty easy. Quit squawking!
Confessed! Cluett, in heaven's name, what got into you?
I don't know. It's all been like a crazy nightmare, Mr. Dickson.
What happened? You're not a thief. How'd you get mixed up with these kind of people?
Gambling I owed them a lot of money. Last week I lost over fifty thousand dollars!
Fifty thousand dollars!
But I didn't kill that man last night. Honest I didn't, Mr. Dickson!
What was my wife doing in your apartment last night?
Nothing, nothing, Mr. Dickson. Don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what I'm saying.
You just mentioned her name. What was she doing there? What was she doing in your apartment?
She just came up for a drink. Just for a few minutes.
She wasn't to blame, Mr. Dickson. It wasn't her fault. Honest, it wasn't. I begged her to come up. She didn't
Get out, get out!
I hope you don't mind me asking you a few questions, Mr. Cluett.
Of course, yes. Just what would you like to know, Inspector?
Where were you at twelve o'clock last night?
That's very simple. I was home.
That is simple, isn't it? I assume you can prove that if necessary.
Oh yes, of course. There was someone with me. A lady.
Looks like you're going to have no trouble at all. What was the lady's name, Mr. Cluett?
If you don't mind, Inspector, I'd rather not say that is, unless it becomes absolutely essential. You see, she's married.
Oh!
You understand?
Why, of course.
Thanks.
Somebody must be in good humor. He was humming "Mother Machree."
It's one of the boys from headquarters. He always sings "Mother Machree" whenever he's got good news. Looks like this case'll be settled in no time.
Stand back Inspector, or I'll shoot. Drop that gun.
All right, Jack, all right.
Don't be a fool, Cluett. This is only going to make it worse for you.
Stand back, Inspector. Let me out of here, or I'll shoot you!
What were you doing at Finlay's this morning?
They took my keys yesterday. I went there to get them back.
I was crazy, I tell you, Mr. Dickson. I didn't know what I was doing. I wandered around in a daze. All I could think of was that they were going to kill me . . . You'll stand by me, won't you, Mr. Dickson? You won't go back on me now, will you? I'll die if they send me to prison!
Don't forget there's a dead watchman downstairs.
I didn't kill him! I had nothing to do with that, I tell you! I was home in my apartment last night I can prove it!
Claims he was there with a married woman. Doesn't want to mention her name.
He won't believe it, Mr. Dickson. But it's the truth honest it is. I was in my apartment last night ask your wife she
Say, you know, I found out something yesterday about hitting a golf ball. You've got to hit with the left hand, and from the inside out, it's the only way you can hit anything
I think, Mr. Dickson, we would like to have a little of your very valuable time here at the bank this morning, if you don't mind.
Oh, you would, eh? All right. If it's more important than golf, go ahead. What's on your mind?
What's the matter with my policy? How many losses has this bank taken in the last twentyfive years? I'll tell you. Not a single one! What's wrong with that kind of banking?
Just pure luck!
Character, hmmpf! That's your idea?
Not at all. That's Alexander Hamilton's idea[5] the finest banking mind this country has ever known. Those are his exact words, gentlemen. Character! It's the only thing you can bank on, and it's the only thing that will pull this country out of the doldrums.
Most of the creditors I know personally. I've seen them grow up in the community. I knew their fathers and mothers before them.
I know, Dickson. That's all very well. But you're taking too many chances. In these times a bank should keep liquid in case of trouble. In case of emergency!

Well, aren't you going to invite me?

You? No can do. It's all set. Just a few of Tom's closest friends.

Now Phyllis, if you don't invite me, I'm coming anyway.

Don't be silly, Cyril. These are respectable people. They'd probably bore you to death.

No, they won't. Not when you are there. Oh, please, be a sport. Please ask me.

Why are you so anxious?

Don't you know?

No.

I want to be near you!

What?

Don't you know I've been crazy about you for years?

Now wait a minute, wait a minute...

I've loved you ever since I can remember, long before you married Tom Dickson.

Why, Cyril, you're insane

No. No, I'm not. I deliberately avoided you. I was afraid of making a fool of myself. But I won't stand it any longer

Cyril!

What's this?

My apartment.

I knew I couldn't trust you. You told me you were taking me home.

Come on up for just a few minutes. We'll have just one drink, then we'll go.

No. I know the answer to that one. I think you'd better take me home.

What's the matter? Afraid papa will spank?

No. No, I'm afraid papa isn't that much interested. He's too busy rushing off to Philadelphia to make stuffy, old speeches at stuffy, old bankers' meetings. Too busy closing big, important deals I think I will have a drink.

Good for you. Come on.

You know, there ought to be a Congressional Medal for men like you. America's comfort to misunderstood wives. I never thought I would find myself in that class.

Oh, you're not so badly off. There's something much worse than being a misunderstood wife.

What is that, Mr. Bones?[7]

A misunderstood bachelor.

And now fair woman, I have you in my power.

I'm not afraid of you. You haven't got a moustache!

I'll grow a moustache by the time you get out of here.

Why, Matt!

What are you doing here?

You know what we do to welchers, Cluett, don't you?

I know, I know, Dude. Oh, I must have been crazy! I lost my head completely!

That's your funeral. We've got fifty thousand dollars comin' to us.

I haven't got it.

Then what did you want to gamble for? If you'd have beat us out of fifty G's, you'd have been paid, wouldn't you? Well, we want our dough.

I'm sorry, Dude, butI

That don't do us any good.

But after all, you can't take blood from a stone.

We can take blood from anything If it's comin' to us.

Good heavens, man! You're not suggesting that I

Why not?

Why, I couldn't do that . . . !

You don't have to do nothing.

What do you mean?

All you gotta do is fix a few things for us , and we'll do the rest, see?

Dude there's not any chance of my becoming involved in this, is there?

You? No, you'll be all right, so long as you establish an alibi for tonight.

know, but

Be sure you're with somebody responsible in case any questions are asked. Understand?

But Dude, listen couldn't we make this some other time?

Listen, buddy, you're getting by pretty easy. Quit squawking!

Confessed! Cluett, in heaven's name, what got into you?

I don't know. It's all been like a crazy nightmare, Mr. Dickson.

What happened? You're not a thief. How'd you get mixed up with these kind of people?

Gambling I owed them a lot of money. Last week I lost over fifty thousand dollars!

Fifty thousand dollars!

But I didn't kill that man last night. Honest I didn't, Mr. Dickson!

What was my wife doing in your apartment last night?

Nothing, nothing, Mr. Dickson. Don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what I'm saying.

You just mentioned her name. What was she doing there? What was she doing in your apartment?

She just came up for a drink. Just for a few minutes.

She wasn't to blame, Mr. Dickson. It wasn't her fault. Honest, it wasn't. I begged her to come up. She didn't

Get out, get out!

I hope you don't mind me asking you a few questions, Mr. Cluett.

Of course, yes. Just what would you like to know, Inspector?

Where were you at twelve o'clock last night?

That's very simple. I was home.

That is simple, isn't it? I assume you can prove that if necessary.

Oh yes, of course. There was someone with me. A lady.

Looks like you're going to have no trouble at all. What was the lady's name, Mr. Cluett?

If you don't mind, Inspector, I'd rather not say that is, unless it becomes absolutely essential. You see, she's married.

Oh!

You understand?

Why, of course.

Thanks.

Somebody must be in good humor. He was humming "Mother Machree."

It's one of the boys from headquarters. He always sings "Mother Machree" whenever he's got good news. Looks like this case'll be settled in no time.

Stand back Inspector, or I'll shoot. Drop that gun.

All right, Jack, all right.

Don't be a fool, Cluett. This is only going to make it worse for you.

Stand back, Inspector. Let me out of here, or I'll shoot you!

What were you doing at Finlay's this morning?

They took my keys yesterday. I went there to get them back.

I was crazy, I tell you, Mr. Dickson. I didn't know what I was doing. I wandered around in a daze. All I could think of was that they were going to kill me . . . You'll stand by me, won't you, Mr. Dickson? You won't go back on me now, will you? I'll die if they send me to prison!

Don't forget there's a dead watchman downstairs.

I didn't kill him! I had nothing to do with that, I tell you! I was home in my apartment last night I can prove it!

Claims he was there with a married woman. Doesn't want to mention her name.

He won't believe it, Mr. Dickson. But it's the truth honest it is. I was in my apartment last night ask your wife she

Say, you know, I found out something yesterday about hitting a golf ball. You've got to hit with the left hand, and from the inside out, it's the only way you can hit anything

I think, Mr. Dickson, we would like to have a little of your very valuable time here at the bank this morning, if you don't mind.

Oh, you would, eh? All right. If it's more important than golf, go ahead. What's on your mind?

What's the matter with my policy? How many losses has this bank taken in the last twentyfive years? I'll tell you. Not a single one! What's wrong with that kind of banking?

Just pure luck!

Character, hmmpf! That's your idea?

Not at all. That's Alexander Hamilton's idea[5] the finest banking mind this country has ever known. Those are his exact words, gentlemen. Character! It's the only thing you can bank on, and it's the only thing that will pull this country out of the doldrums.

Most of the creditors I know personally. I've seen them grow up in the community. I knew their fathers and mothers before them.

I know, Dickson. That's all very well. But you're taking too many chances. In these times a bank should keep liquid in case of trouble. In case of emergency!