Starkweather
(Standing up.) Dobleman has just forwarded this telegram. It's from New York—from Martinaw. There's been rottenness. My papers and letter-files have been ransacked. It's the confidential stenographer who has been tampered with—you remember that middle-aged, youngish-oldish woman, Tom? That's the one.—Where's that servant?
(Servant is just making exit.) Here! Come here!
(Servant comes over to Starkweather.) Go to the telephone and call up Dobleman. Tell him to come here.
Servant
(Perplexed.) I beg pardon, sir.
Starkweather
(Irritably.) My secretary. At my house. Dobleman. Tell him to come at once.
(Servant makes exit.)
Chalmers