You know it's a fake.
POLICEMAN
I know only my orders. Sorry.
(General movement of preparation to leave.)
FREDA
(To Mrs. Eppingwell.)
It's too bad you can't stop longer, but—
(Suddenly breaks off and listens intently.)
(A jingling oj dog bells is heard without, and shouts of men. A knock on street door. Maid opens door. Flossie appears in doorway and enters. Sitka Charley enters at her heels and closes door. Flossie is dazzled by the lights and looks about hesitatingly. She is well frosted up. A nose-strap is across her nose. She removes nose-strap. Looks about, and sees Vanderlip. Freda starts toward her, impulsively, to receive her.)