(Mrs. Eppingwell looks inquiringly at Vanderlip.)
VANDERLIP
(Wrathfully.)
None of your business, you and your games! I quit. I've bucked myself broke against you—(Whirling on Freda.)—against all of you.
(To Policeman.)
Go ahead, arrest me. It's a fake, and you know it. But go ahead.
POLICEMAN
I've only got my orders. Sorry. You'll come along peaceably?
(Vanderlip grunts savage assent.)