JILL. [Putting her hands behind her back, hums]— "If auld acquaintance be forgot And days of auld lang syne"——
ROLF. Don't!
[With a pained gesture he goes out towards Left, through the French window.] [JILL, who has broken off the song, stands with her hands clenched and her lips quivering.] [FELLOWS enters Left.]
FELLOWS. Mr. Dawker, Miss, and two gentlemen.
JILL. Let the three gentlemen in, and me out.
[She passes him and goes out Left. And immediately. DAWKER and the two STRANGERS come in.]
FELLOWS. I'll inform Mrs. Hillcrist, sir. The Squire is on his rounds. [He goes out Left.]
[The THREE MEN gather in a discreet knot at the big bureau, having glanced at the two doors and the open French window.]
DAWKER. Now this may come into Court, you know. If there's a screw loose anywhere, better mention it. [To SECOND STRANGE] You knew her personally?
SECOND S. What do you think? I don't, take girls on trust for that sort of job. She came to us highly recommended, too; and did her work very well. It was a double stunt—to make sure—wasn't it, George?