Starkweather
(Grimly,) You will, shortly. I can trust no one any more. When my daughter sees fit to steal—
Mrs. Starkweather
Steal!—Margaret! What have you been doing now?
Margaret
Where is Tommy?
(Mrs. Starkwater is too confounded to answer, and can only stare from face to face.) (Margaret looks her anxiety to Connie.)
Connie
He is already down in the machine waiting for us. You are coming, aren't you?
Starkweather