(A pause.) What are you going to do?
(Margaret shrugs her shoulders.) What have you to say?
(Margaret again shrugs her shoulders.) What have you to say?
Margaret
Nothing.
Starkweather
(Puzzled, changing tactics, sitting down, and talking calmly.) Let us talk this over quietly. You have no shred of right of any sort to those documents. They are mine. They were stolen by a sneak thief from my private files. Only this morning—a few minutes ago—did I get them back. They are mine, I tell you. They belong to me. Give them back.
Margaret
I tell you I haven't them.
Starkweather