Janet Preece.
Yes, sir—ordinary troubles. I could tell a woman: I could tell your wife if she was as kind as you seem to be.
Hugh Murray.
My dear young lady, I have no wife. Come now, don’t think of me as anything but a mere machine.
[He listens without looking at her.]
Janet Preece.
I—want—to—find somebody who has disappeared.
Hugh Murray.
Yes? A man or a woman?
Janet Preece.