FREDA
(Laughing merrily and shaking her head.) Poor Floyd! Poor, poor Floyd!
VANDERLIP
(Wrathfully.)
Look here, Mrs. Eppingwell. This is your work. You'd better call it off. I'm done with bucking other people's games.
(Starts toward door, but Policeman lays hand on his arm.)
Get out of my way, you whipper-snapper!
POLICEMAN
(Not backing down a bit.)
Sorry.