(Freda crosses to left and goes out, Mrs. McFee standing aside and looking at her closely.)
(Mrs. McFee crosses to Prince.)
MRS. McFEE
Who might that woman be, Mr. Prince?
PRINCE
(Coldly.)
The doorkeeper's lips are sealed. Those were my instructions. The doorkeeper can disclose identities to nobody.
MRS. McFEE
But to me—