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CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig
- Well, I’m glad I wouldn’t.
Mrs. Craig
- And you come to find out, I’ll bet that’s just the reason Billy Birkmire dodged it. I’ll bet that’s just what he called you up to tell you.
Craig
- He didn’t call me up to tell me anything of the kind, now, Harriet; he simply called me to tel! me that his father had come in unexpectedly from—
Mrs. Craig
- I don’t mean last night; I mean when he called you to-day.
Craig
- He didn’t call me to-day.
Mrs. Craig
- He did, this afternoon, around four o’clock.
Craig
- Here?
Mrs. Craig
- So Mrs. Harold told me. Said he wanted you to get in touch with him as soon as you came in.
Craig (rising, and crossing to the telephone)
- Wonder why he didn’t call the office.
Mrs. Craig (moving towards the portières)
- Probably he did, and you’d gone.
Craig
- What’s Birkmire’s number, do you know?
Mrs. Craig (turning at the door)
- Park 840, isn’t it? Unless they’ve changed it.
Craig
- I think it is.
