Miss C. It?
Susan. Sure. The main squeeze, the high guy, the whole works; in fact, I’m the hotel.
Miss C. I don’t understand. You——
Susan. Why, I’m understudy for the landlord, that’s all, and incidentally I’m clerk, bookkeeper, chambermaid, manicure, stenographer, head cook and bottle washer. In fact, I’m the whole force, except the porter.
Miss C. (dazed). Oh, except the porter. I see. So you are in full charge of the hotel?
Susan. Am I! If I quit the place it will have to close up and move to (name near-by town).
Miss C. You must be a very important person in this hotel.
Susan (calmly). I am. I own it.
Miss C. (surprised). You own it?
(Enter Rubber-Neck, R. He sneaks with exaggerated quietness toward the suit-case which is behind Miss C. She does not see him. As he is about to snatch it Susan frowns and shakes her head at him, and he hastily retreats to door R. His head, however, remains in sight, and he keeps his eye on the suit-case.)