"Smithfield," said Crane, "that's about enough. Put down that glass, put on your coat and hat, and get out. You're lying to me, and you've been lying to me from the beginning. Don't stay to pack your things; you can settle all that with Mr. Reed to-morrow. Get out of my house, and don't let me see you again. And," he added, throwing the gray wig into his hands, "there's a souvenir for you."
Smithfield, without the least change of expression, caught the wig, bowed, and withdrew.
"And now, Tuck," Crane added, turning to his lawyer, "I wish you would go and telephone Reed to come here at once and clear this whole thing up. Tell him I'll send the motor for him as soon as it comes back."
"It's dinner-time now," observed Tucker.
"Ask him to dinner then," said Crane. "I must go and see that Smithfield really gets out of this house."
Scene from the Play The dinner. Olivia, Lefferts, Tucker, Weeks and Crane. Act III
Both tasks had been accomplished when at about eight o'clock Tucker and Crane again met in the hall. Smithfield had been actually seen off the place, Tucker had telephoned Reed and despatched the motor for him, and now the sound of an approaching car was heard.
"That can't be Reed, yet," said Tucker, "there hasn't been time."
Crane shook his head.