Register the fact that it has been fired.
94—Back to 92.
Florence looks up slowly. Bill figures that she will give him up now, and gives a quick, hunted look around as Florence closes the weapon and lays it on the table, fully convinced that she has been lied to. She stands looking down at the weapon, her face brooding. Suspense. What will she do about it?
95—Roof of house. Night.
"Cop," with another. No use looking further. Separate, one going down into tenement again, other across roof toward another descent.
96—Ella's room—looking toward door. Gas-lit.
Bill in an agony of terror as he hears policeman tramping toward door. Florence looks up, and moves toward Bill, who cowers. The door starts to open. Florence pities Bill now.
97—Ella's room—from hall, through opening door. Gas-lit.
The policeman is going to be crafty; he opens door, very softly, and as he peers in, he sees—Florence slipping her arms about Bill's neck, giving him a sisterly kiss as she says: