(She weeps. Susan retreats around table, but Rubber pushes her away.)
Rubber. Go on away. Don’t you touch me. You poisoned a kid. I always knew you was that kind of a woman. My, ain’t you ashamed of yourself?
Miss C. (to both). Then you destroyed the will and set fire to the house.
Susan. The woman’s crazy!
Rubber. Oh, let me out of here! Police! Fire! Murder!
Miss C. (making a sudden movement toward Rubber). Villain! Your time has come. Scoundrel—you cannot escape me.
(Makes a rush for the table. Rubber and Susan both dive under it.)
Susan (under table). Oh, dear, I’m sorry I let her stay.
Rubber (under table). She’s crazy as a June-bug—that’s what she is. She’s sufferin’ with the heat.
Miss C. (laughing silently—then continuing in tragic tone). I have tracked you at last. I am that old man’s daughter.