Ritter. [Looking through the window] And that you haven’t seen anything of me.
Jenny. Yes, sir, Mr. Ritter, all right.
Ritter. If my wife’s alone, let me know as soon as she comes in.
Jenny. Yes, sir, I will. [The telephone-bell rings, and she hurries out to answer it.]
Ritter. [Half turning from the window] You haven’t seen anything of me, remember.
Jenny. No, sir. [Into the telephone] Yes, sir? [He listens, without turning.] No, sir, she hasn’t got home yet. [She lowers the telephone and looks at him, wide-eyed. He feels that she’s looking at him and turns suddenly.]
Ritter. [Taking a step towards her, below the piano] What is it?
Jenny. [Into the telephone] No, sir, he hasn’t got home yet neither.
Ritter. [Apprehensively] Do they want me? [She nods yes.] Who is it? [She nods that she doesn’t know.] Police Headquarters I’ll bet a ten dollar note! [He crosses down below the table at the left and around up to the mantelpiece.] Tell them that I had absolutely nothing to do with her going on! That I didn’t hear about it until last night! [He crosses back again down towards the table below the piano.] And that I’ve been unconscious ever since.
Jenny. [Into the telephone] The Times?