Servant
Mr. Stedtman.
[Enter Max Stedtman. He is a wiry little man, with the face of a ferret and the furtiveness of a rat. His nervousness does not indicate lack of self-confidence. That quality has made Stedtman the man he is today. For the rest, he is 40, and faintly Semitic. The Servant exits.]
Goodkind
How do, Stedtman? This is Mr. Benfield—one of our new directors.
[They acknowledge the introduction]
You know my son.
Stedtman
[Nods]: Saw him down to Black River.
[They sit—Jerry down L.; Benfield left of the table; Goodkind back of it; Stedtman R.]