WILL. [Takes up the paper again. LAURA looks at clock.] By George, this is funny.
LAURA. What?
WILL. Speak of the devil, you know.
LAURA. Who?
WILL. Your old friend Madison.
LAURA. [Utters a slight exclamation and makes an effort to control herself.] What—what about him?
WILL. He's been in Chicago.
LAURA. How do you know?
WILL. Here's a despatch about him.
LAURA. [Coming quickly over to him, looks over his shoulder.]
What—where—what's it about?