Margaret
I haven't them.
(Chalmers, stepping suddenly up to her, starts feeling for the papers, running his hands over her dress.)
Margaret
(Springing to her feet and striking him in the face with her open palm.) How dare you!
(Chalmers recoils, Mrs. Starkweather is threatened with hysteria and is calmed by the frightened Connie, while Starkweather looks on grimly.)
Hubbard
(Giving up search of room.) Possibly it would be better to let me retire, Mr. Starkweather.
Starkweather
No; those papers are here in this room. If nobody leaves there will be no possible chance for the papers to get out of the room. What would you recommend doing, Hubbard?