No, no. It is not true, Tom. I tell you it is not true.
Chalmers
You were there, last night, in his rooms, alone—how long we shall soon find out—
(Knock is heard at left rear. Dobleman proceeds to unlock door.) And now you have stolen your father's private papers for your lover.
Margaret
He is not my lover.
Chalmers
But you have acknowledged that you have the papers. For whom, save Knox, could you have stolen them?
(Linda enters. She is white and strained, and looks at Margaret for some cue as to what she is to do.)
Starkweather