Now I have you! You are the woman reporter of the Kansas City Star!
FREDA
(Mockingly.)
Think so? Think so?
(She laughs.)
Now I am really going to leave you. I must. But don't forget that waltz.
(She walks away and makes exit to left.)
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(In utter bewilderment, watching her till she disappears.)
Well, I'll be damned.