(Harry Egerton turns back to the desk and takes up the telephone. Jim King vanishes through the great door, left)

Harry Egerton.

Forty-nine
Grand View, please. Yes.

(A pause)

Mother? I knew your voice.
You called me up, one of the men said. No?

(A pause)

Or some one else.

(A pause)

Yes, mother, very well.
You're going to the city?

(A pause)